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scuderiahoney · 2 months

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🍓 lover // strawberry wine valentine

a mini Valentine’s Day strawberry wine blurb based on fun fact #5 from this post! Words in italics are said in Dutch!

Max has been speaking Dutch to you since the day you met, to varying degrees. He’s called you lots of nicknames in the language, ones you’ve wished you understood.

“Hi, schatje.”

“How was your week, liefje?”

It had taken you far too long to catch on to the fact these weren’t just friendly nicknames. Once you did realize, he moved on to full sentences, sometimes full one sided conversations in Dutch. It drove you absolutely nuts.

Now, on your first Valentine’s Day together as husband and wife, you’re much more practiced in Dutch.

When he wakes up, rolls over, and says “good morning, my love,” in Dutch, you respond with a “good morning, baby,” in English.

Later in the day, you’re out for a walk through a park with him. His hand is in yours, the air lightly chilled, and you lean into him. He points across the grass to where a dog is running around, a giant stick in his mouth. He laughs, eyes crinkling. You’re reminded again how much you love to see him happy like this. How lucky you are to spend time with him like this. He’s yours. You’re his. Valentines, forever.

It’s like he knows what you’re thinking, because he leans close and kisses your temple. You giggle and lean into him. He’s your favorite person in the whole world, you think. Nobody else you’d rather spend time with.

“I’m the luckiest person in the world,” he says. It’s Dutch, but you understand it.

“No, I’m the luckiest,” you say back , and he laughs brightly.

“Your Dutch is getting good!” He says, brushing his thumb against your cheek.

You laugh and continue your walk, fingers interlace. When the wind blows, you barely feel the chill.

Later, he takes you out to dinner at your favorite restaurant, a table for two reserved in a secluded corner. There’s strawberry wine on the table before you even sit down, and it makes you smile wide and soft. He holds your hand through the whole dinner, and you hook your foot around his ankle under the table. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted, really. A life shared with him. The way he looks at you with soft eyes makes your chest ache in the best way.

“The love of my life,” he says, smirking like he thinks you won’t understand. “My pretty strawberry.”

You grin and lean close. The language feels foreign on your tongue, but you’ve been practicing for months, now. “I love you, Max. More than strawberries, even.”

His eyes light up, and then he laughs, squeezing your hand and leaning over the table. He kisses you quickly, a light peck on the lips, his cheeks turning red the way in that you love.

He shakes his head. “You learned? For me?”

You nod proudly. “How’s my pronunciation? Your mum and sister have been helping me.”

His grin widens. “It’s good. Very good. You’re…” he sighs, shakes his head again, this look on his face that you can’t explain. “Fuck, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you repeat.

You finish dinner with happy smiles and even happier hearts. He suggests strawberry shortcake for dessert. With a smirk on your face, you suggest taking dessert to go. He laughs and agrees, raising his brows suggestively.

On the way home, he turns to you, arm around your shoulders, and says, “Du hast kein Deutsch gelernt, oder?”

You look at him, bewildered. He laughs and shakes you gently by the shoulders.

“Perfekt,” he says. “Weißt du, ich kann es kaum erwarten, dich nach Hause zu bringen. Und ins Bett.”

You roll your eyes at him and elbow him. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t!” He teases. “You love me.”

When he stops on the sidewalk and kisses you, you can’t find it in you to complain about his speaking German. You’re just happy to be his.

translation:

“You didn't learn German, did you?”

“Perfect,” he says. “You know, I can’t wait to get you home. And in bed.”

Taglist: @4-mula1 @struggling-with-delia @lovekt @i-wish-this-was-me @forzalando @iloveyou3000morgan @callsign-scully @ggaslyp1

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pucksandpower · 11 months

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Lewis Hamilton x Queen of Latin Music!Reader - Social Media AU

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yourusername temporada de fresas 🍓

(Translated from Spanish: strawberry season 🍓)

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lewishamilton delicious

y/nupdates excuse me, sir???

lh44updates did you see what lewis posted on his story a few minutes before this?

y/nupdates oh my god 😵‍💫 if this is a coincidence, i’ll eat my hat

f1wagupdates no way it’s a coincidence because this is textbook soft launching

lh44updates imagine if they made the jam together?

f1wagupdates this might mean that they’re living together or at least staying over

latingossip “lewis” this, “hamilton” that … why is no one talking about the fact that this is directly shading her ex?

yourfanclub i love that y/n is sneakily calling ruiz out by using strawberry jam considering it’s sort of the reason why she broke up with him in the first place

y/nupdates it’s so poetic

yourfanclub especially taken into context with lewis’ story 🤭

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lewishamilton Feeling beyond blessed on my birthday 🙏🏽 Thank you for filling my heart with love, joy, and the most incredible music. Here’s to another year of embracing the magic of life ❤️🎵

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yourusername happy birthday, my love! you are a blessing in my life each and every day. i will always be eternally grateful for the endless love and happiness you bring into my heart

georgerussell63 THERE’S A SHE-WOLF IN THE CLOSET

charles_leclerc are you okay, mate?

georgerussell63 OPEN UP AND SET IT FREE (AH-OOH)

alex_albon he’s still a little starstruck

georgerussell63 THERE’S A SHE-WOLF IN THE CLOSET

landonorris i think the party broke him

georgerussell63 LET IT OUT SO IT CAN BREATHE

f1wagupdates they are finally official 👀

latingossip not like they’ve really tried to hide that they’re together but it’s definitely still nice to get confirmation

y/nupdates i hope everyone who got to see her perform appreciates how lucky they are 😭

yourfanclub i would have given my firstborn to be invited 🫣

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yourusername “slipstream” with XNDA is out now! hope you guys love it ❤️

“slipstream” con XNDA disponible ya! espero les guste ❤️

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lewishamilton my inspiration and motivation 😘

yourusername the reason my heart sings 🥰

f1wagupdates they’re actually the cutest

y/nupdates who is XNDA? his voice is so familiar but i’ve never heard of him before

hamilfan44 XNDA is just the stage name that lewis uses for his music

y/nupdates for real? he’s so talented!

lh44updates the fact that lewis used to be insecure about his rapping and now he’s proudly featured on a song with his girlfriend 🥹

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⤷ Wait … did I just hear that correctly? Did Lewis call Y/N his wife?

⤷ He said it so naturally that I didn’t even realize until you pointed it out 😳

⤷ It’s definitely a surprise but I absolutely love them together! They are so much happier with each other

⤷ This is a bombshell considering they never even officially announced they were engaged in the first place

⤷ Who can blame them for wanting to keep it private after so much of their lives has been aired to the public? This just goes to show that they are well and truly in love

⤷ I hope this means we continue to get more music collabs from them

yourusername and lewishamilton

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yourusername and lewishamilton racing against the world, our love’s the finish line 💍

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mercedesamgf1 congratulations to our favorite paddock couple! wishing you a lifetime of happiness and success together

georgerussell63 i’m not even mad because they’re my favorite paddock couple too

carmenmmundt honestly same

billboard congrats! we can’t wait to see the hamilton-y/l/n family expand (and by that we mean new music of course 😉)

f1wagupdates what do you know that we don’t?

lh44updates i’m not sure what i want more: for them to release a new song collab or for them to have the most adorable baby ever

y/nupdates why not both?

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y/nupdates umm are you guys seeing this???

donatella_versace so stunning, my darlings! thank you for giving me the honor of designing your wedding dress (and roscoe’s tux) 🩷

formulanone when a dog gets to wear something that costs more than your rent 🫠

paddockstyle roscoe is a fashion icon just like his father

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squeakadeeks · 11 months

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“You leave a scratch on a Wafflebot, you deal with me!” 🍓🍰🍪

Strawberry crepe cookie is done!! I’ve wanted to cosplay from Cookie Run Kingdom for a hot minute now, but strawberry crepe really jumped out to me especially since their color palette is adorable and strawberry themed costumes are so endearing ;-;

They took about a month to make between work stuff (i literally got my masters like a few days before i finished this lmao). The primary fabrics are a microsuede, satin, and 1/2 in pile faux fur accents! I think one of my favorite things on this project though was getting to use spackling to mimic whipped creme on the head peice haha!

#my cosplay #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #strawberry crepe cookie #crk #cookie run cosplay #cosplay

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beforeimdeceased · 9 months

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NONSENSE

🍦 lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense 🍓

pairing: ellie williams x reader

synopsis: celebrating your 2 year anniversary with ellie!

warnings: fingering + strap on sex (r!recieving), ellie’s strap is referred to as her cock (thought it was silly, imagine it purple)

author’s note: i refuse to read this more than once I COULD BARELY EDIT IT IDK also thank u all so much for the recent love u don’t know how much it means to me <3 check out my other stuff on @abbysvictim

tags: @lonelyfooryouonly <3 my wife!

you could only dream of a love as sweet as the one ellie had provided you with these past two years. her heart, a never ending well of love, was placed into your hands the moment she laid eyes on you. she’ll tell the story until it traps her tongue.

dina had invited you to a popup show of hers. your sweet smile was contagious and forever genuine. curved lines in the creases of your mouth after every joke she told. ellie wanted to live in the ridges of those lines. she wanted to breathe your scent in forever. hear you praise her playing until she became proud of it herself.

she was hooked. could barely spit out the words while asking dina for your number.

now it was your anniversary. you and ellie were in the kitchen enjoying strawberries and whipped cream (one of her absolute favorites). she takes some of the cream and places it on your neck, the sticky solid causing you to cringe. you have no time to respond when her lips latch onto the area, sucking softly.

a very low and very desperate moan escapes your lips. she pushes you up against the counter grinding, her crotch into your ass. the motion causes your mouth to fall open and she stuffs two fingers in, pushing them against your tongue.

“you’re so beautiful baby.” she whispers, a hand slipping into the front of your pants from behind. she buries it into your panties, not surprised to find you already wet for her.

she grinds against you once more causing your cunt to collide with her hand. your moan is muffled by her fingers in your mouth and you start to trail drool down her arms.

she loves fucking you, and loves fucking with you even more. lips placing aggressive kisses on your neck while she watches you come undone against her fingers. your vision runs hazy with her pace. she’s curled them so perfectly to hit the spot that makes your soul leave your body. you felt like you might squirt and make a mess of yourself and the kitchen floor.

she’s not done with you when you finish. she never is. quick to lead you and your wobbly legs to the couch, fingers never leaving your mouth. she’s always prepared, cock already latched up and ready to go.

she carefully places you over it, smiling as your eyes travel to the back of your head when you lower yourself. she could almost laugh at how easily she slipped in.

and now she didn’t want you moving a single muscle. it was time for you to just enjoy yourself. her hips bucked up into you at an erratic pace. slow and deep, then she’d speed up, then slow and deep again. she repeated this until she had you screaming, a ring of your slick covering the base of her cock and your cunt leaving a pool of wetness on her boxers.

this was heaven. your precious moans in her ear as the sound of her slamming in and out of your cunt echoed in the room. the sound was giving the both of your butterflies. yeah, you could definitely do two more years of this.

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astermath · 11 months

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sweet like you🍓

pairing: carmen berzatto x fem!reader

summary: carmen stumbles across a local farmer’s market on accident and discovers a family run strawberry stand. he discovers that not only the strawberries are delicious and sweet, but so is the girl selling them to him.

word count: 2.1K

notes: yk what’s really funny,, i never realised so far a lot of my fics involve the color red. perhaps it’s becoming my new favorite color and I love to make it obvious dsgdfsj,, anyways first time writing for carmen, been obsessed w him since the bear came out. i’m a whore for jeremy allen white in case you haven’t noticed. anyways this will def get a part two!!

P.S. let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for further carmen berzatto related content! comments and reblogs are highly appreciated, requests are open!

Saturday was farmer’s market day.

Every Saturday morning, dozens of independent businesses, farmers and food stands would come together at Lincoln Park to sell their wares. It made for a colorful and interesting blend of smells, sounds and sights, and for most, a great way to start off their weekend.

And Carmen was no exception to this. He’d first stumbled upon it by accident on his way to the Beef. Taking a wrong turn because of his still waking morning head resulted in him walking through the park and, unavoidably, being distracted by what vendors there were. A chef at heart, he couldn’t help but look around the wide array of fresh ingredients available for purchase. He’d taken out his notebook and started writing down business names as he tried a sample every now and then.

He held a bag of fresh paprikas in one hand, making his way down the line before he came across a peculiar and seemingly very busy stand. The fresh, sweet scent of strawberries allured him, stepping closer to take a look at what they had to offer. And it was exactly that, just strawberries. It appeared to be a family business, your mother and father packing orders, and you at the front taking them and accepting payments. For a second he just kind of stood there, bag in hand, staring at you. There was no way you were from here, Chicago doesn’t let a smile like that survive very long. Or maybe that was just his cynical mind doing its usual thing.

He snapped out of it when you glanced his way, looking to the side. He felt his cheeks getting warmer, embarrassed that just looking at a pretty girl got such a reaction from him. He’s a collected person, he should be acting like one. He took a deep breath and got in line. Lord knows what he’d be using strawberries for, he’d figure something out, might as well just eat them as a snack while the season allowed it.

“Hi! How many?” Your voice was sweet and chipper, something he couldn’t even think of being after taking orders all morning. Somehow, you kept it up.

“Oh, uh...” He looked at your display, before remembering that all you sold were strawberries, so browsing just made him look even more stupid. “How many... Strawberries?”

“Boxes. They’re 500 grams, 5 bucks each. So how many?” Your smile remained the same, though you were slightly amused by his confusion.

“Oh, right. Sorry.” He could have sank into the ground right then and there. Of course you meant boxes, who in their right mind is buying individual strawberries? “Uh... Just one box is fine, please.” He reached for his wallet while you took over a box from your mom.

“Great! That’ll be 5 dollars please.” You took the slightly crumpled bill from his hand, storing it in the tin box in front of you and quickly writing down something on a paper. Seemed like you still did everything by hand, he couldn’t imagine what a mess it would be if he had to do that at the restaurant.

“Here you go, have a great day!” The box you gave him was neatly wrapped in brown paper, with a sticker serving as a business card on top.

“Uh...” He stared at the sticker, reading over it before looking back up at you.

Ask for her name.

“Yeah...”

Her name.

“You too.”

You idiot.

He picked up the box and walked away, walking a little faster than usual. He was never good at talking to people, but god, that was just embarrassing. He opened up the packaging, and took out a perfectly plump strawberry. He took a bite, humming as the juicy sweetness washed over his tastebuds.

Lunch rush had just ended, and Carmen was sat outside the back of the restaurant with Richie, smoking as per usual. Except now, a small cardboard box sat between them. It was almost empty as the two of them snacked on the fruit between puffs of their cigarettes.

“Ya know, I read somewhere on Facebook that these are supposed to help with uh... Cancer or something.” Richie said, throwing the green leafy part back into the box.

“You’re a fuckin’ idiot, cousin.” Carmy smiled to himself, back leaned against the wall as he brought the cigarette to his lips.

“Oh, why’s that huh? Cause I can’t read shit online anymore without having to do an hour of research behind it?” Richie furrowed his brows, blowing smoke out his nose.

“No, stupid,” Carmen put the cigarette out on the concrete. “Cause you’re fuckin’ smoking, man. The fuck is a strawberry gonna do against that.”

“Yeah, well... I try to stay positive, you should fucking try it sometime, ya depressed asshole.” He grabbed another strawberry. “Where d’you get these from anyways? Shit’s pretty good.”

The image of you working at the stand flashed through his mind. “Passed by some random farmer’s market this morning. Might stop by there again, got a ton of fresh produce there for not much money.”

“Speakin’ of produce.” Richie used his thumb to point back over his shoulder to the kitchen. “Place’s out of onions. Your magical farmer’s market got those? Cause we need more by the dinner shift.”

Carmen groaned, wanting to curse at Richie for not letting him know earlier. But honestly, if it gave him a chance to go back, get more delicious strawberries and possibly redeem his awkward first impression to the pretty girl there... It might not be a bad idea. He checked the time on his watch, early afternoon, you’d probably be wrapping up right now. If he was fast, he could totally still make it. “Fine, but I’m taking your car.”

“Don’t crash it.” Richie said as he got up, ready to get back inside.

“You’re the one with a suspended license.” He joked, catching the keys Richie threw at him that were totally not aimed at his head.

“Fuck you cousin.”

Parking was a bitch, as always, but Carmen had managed to find a stall selling onions for about half of what he usually got them for. He was starting to like this market, not just for the prices, but because these were all people who worked hard and loved their products. A lot of work goes into putting something out there to sell, he would know.

He realized he might be pushing his luck if he still wanted to see you, but he decided to take the chance nonetheless and walk down the lineup. It seemed to be his lucky day, as he caught sight of your parents loading up mostly empty boxes back in the car. You were working on breaking down the stand, doing so with relative ease. You were currently folding up the tables, kneeled down onto the ground.

Again, he stared. Honestly, how could he not? It wasn’t every day he saw someone so beautiful, and with a sweet personality to match. Granted his only interaction with you had been brief, but still, he got a good vibe from you, and he was usually so distrustful.

You looked up, and by pure coincidence, your eyes met. His eyes were so intense, hues of blue that anyone would recognize, even from a mile away. You certainly recognized them from this morning at least. Your face brightened with the same smile he saw you had before, and for a second he wondered if it was just a customer service thing.

“Hi! Hope you enjoyed your strawberries!” You got up, holding the folded table under your arm.

“Sure did.” He put on a bit of an awkward smile. God, why was he doing this... What was he even supposed to say?

Your eyes squinted slightly when you read the words on his shirt. “Nice shirt... Oh, wait, you work at the Beef?”

His body tenses up a little when you mention the restaurant. Given its... Peculiar reputation, that question could be followed up by any kind of statement. “Yeah, yeah, I uh... I kinda run it now.” He decided not to mention Mikey. Seemed a bit overkill to mention your dead brother to someone whose name you don’t even know.

“Ohhh, that’s you! Yeah, I’ve seen you smoking outside before.” You extend your hand and you both introduce yourselves. “I work at a café just two blocks over. You might have seen it, it’s called Odette’s?”

Carmy nodded. He knew that place. He also knew the cranky old French lady who owned it. “Ah... Yeah. Menu still the same?”

“As long as Odette is still alive, I doubt she’ll ever let me change anything. ‘Over my dead body, cherie’”. You jokingly imitated her French accent, chuckling to yourself.

Carmen smiled, glad that he’s at least not making a complete fool out of himself now. This was good, he knew this, work and food, those were his safe topics. “Yeah, well... Maybe if she tasted one of these strawberries first, you might convince her.”

“Huh,” You thought to yourself for a second, imagining your usual grumpy boss overflowing with glee after trying the fruit from your family’s farm. “You know what, I’ve never actually thought of that. Maybe I’ll try it out!” You smile. “You know I’ve been meaning to try and serve some of my pastries there. I’m a huge baking fanatic, but she’s so... Set in her ways. I don’t know if my amateur baking skills could possibly convince her, no matter how tasty the strawberries I use are.”

“Yeah, I know what that’s like...” Carmen thought about his crew, and how much they loved their so called ‘system’. Change was good, change meant progress, but it was also scary. On that part, he didn’t blame her boss for refusing to switch things up. “If you want, I could help you out. I’m a full time chef, so... Always willing to taste test.” He hoped his poorly masked excuse to stay in touch came across as friendly, and not pushy. He always felt like he was overthinking everything when he was trying to socialize, like he was reading off some type of script. Your chipper personality made things a tad easier, at least.

“Really?” You seem to brighten up even more. Carmen is sure there’s light shining from your face from how excited you look, but he doesn’t mind. It’s amusing, almost... Cute.

“Yeah, I don’t see why not. Just uh... Let me know when.” He puts his hands in his pockets.

“Of course!” You pause, realizing he’s probably expecting you to give him some kind of contact information. Unless he was planning to use telepathic communication. You put down the folded table. “Right, sorry, uh...” You laughed awkwardly and pulled out a pen and an old receipt from your back pocket to scribble your number on, before handing it to him. “There we go!”

Carmen’s eyes went over the number, putting it in his wallet so he wouldn’t forget to save it later. “Cool, cool... So uh, text you later.” He silently cringed at his own words, trying painfully hard to play it cool.

“Yeah, totally!” Your mom called your name, and you look over your shoulder, seeing her gesture to you to hurry up. “Be right there, mama!” You chuckled. “Sorry, duty calls! But yeah, I’ll hear from you. And if I don’t, I know where you work, Berzatto.”

He chuckles slightly at your joking threat. “Sure, I’ll hold you to that.” He gives you a curt wave before walking off and letting you go back to work.

He really hoped you didn’t mean that “threat”. He’d rather die than let you see him at the Beef right when they got such a bad hygiene rating.

He was laid down on the couch late at night, watching an episode on the food network about an olive farm in Italy. He wondered if your family’s farm was anything like this one, and remembered he hadn’t even saved your number or texted you yet. Carmen rubbed his sleepy eyes and pulled out his phone, saving your number under a new contact and typing out a few quick texts. He stared at the screen for a few seconds, realized he was overthinking it and fell asleep not long after, the sound of an elderly Italian woman speaking on TV in the background.

[unknown]: hey, it’s carmen

[unknown]: guy from the beef

[unknown]: next thursday work for you?

You groaned in your bed, looking over at your phone and cursing yourself for forgetting to turn off your notifications. “The fuck...” Your eyes squinted at the brightness of the screen. A sleepy smile adorned your face when you read his name, saving his contact and texting something back quickly before putting the phone away and going back to sleep.

[y/n]: for sure!

[y/n]: let’s do 4:30 PM? café closes at 4 anyways so we’ll have the kitchen to ourselves :)))

#aster writes the bear #carmen berzatto #carmenmath #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto fic #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto the bear #the bear fic #the bear imagine #the bear #carmen berzatto fan fiction #carmen berzatto x fem!reader #jeremy allen white #jeremy allen white imagine

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emerychi · 30 days

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Cactiflower doodle request from my Twitter!

Afternoon strawberry snack 🍓☀️

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This one was really fun, Cactiflower is one of my favorite ships so I knew I had to go ham on this artwork, also the idea that Basil really likes strawberries so he probably grows them in his backyard and that day kel came to help so basil rewarded him with strawberries is so ahhhhh, my heart man 🥹🫶

If you want to suggest any ships go to my Twitter! (@buttertzu)

#omori #omori fanart #omori fandom #omori kel #omori basil #omori cactiflower #art #artists on tumblr #fanart #artwork #doodle #omori ship #CACTIFLOWER FOR THE WINNNN 💪💪

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the-ellia-west · 1 month

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Food themed Ask Game

(This is a request to @vyuntspakhkite-l-darling, @mk-writes-stuff and @illarian-rambling... can I join these?)

Please anyone use/play this, and also, I'd love to be asked any of these and anything else <3

🍰Cake - Which of Your Ocs is your favorite?

🧀Cheese - What do you think of your writing on a scale of 1-10 or 1-5 stars and why?

🍓Strawberry - What was the first thing that you remember coming up with about this Wip? Was it a feeling? A character?

🍌Banana - Give me your most mentally deranged character and list off their mental issues (Optional: How they got them/why they have them)

🫚Ginger - Who is your most Responsible Oc, how old are they, how much coffee do they need to survive, and how many hours of sleep do they get? (We know it's not a lot)

🍒Cherry - Which two of your Ocs are most weirdly alike now that you think about it?

🥐Croissant - Which of your Ocs is the most difficult to write?

🥥Coconut - Which one of your characters is most exotic, in the terms of their culture/customs/habits are different from your own?

🫓(Idk what this thing is) - Wild card! Tell me your favorite fact or something you want to share about your Ocs or Oc world.

(PSA, Do not ask my sideblog @jakkon-and-rose-topic banana or you are going to get a 10k word long post)

#creative writing #fiction writing #writing community #writer things #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing #writers #writers and poets #ask game #ask #send asks #ask box #writing asks

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heartnosedream · 4 months

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dream as strawberries/strawberry-themed things! ur blog has instantly become my favorite blog ever i love it

⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ strawberry dream ! ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆

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#dwt.gifs #anon.rqs #dreamwastaken #strawberries

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selfshipseaside · 4 months

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Self-ship drawing ask game! 🎨

Had this idea in the spur of the moment!! Enjoy!! Skates 🛼: Draw you and your f/o trying something new! Care 🩹: Draw yourself taking care of your f/o or vice versa!

Snowflake ❄️: Draw you and your f/o during the wintertime!

Strawberry 🍓: Draw you and your f/o sharing something sweet!

Sunflower 🌻: Draw the moment you and your f/o met! Bouquet 💐: Draw you and your f/o on a date! Rainclouds 🌧️: Draw you and your f/o sharing an umbrella in the rain!

( HARD MODE ) Maybe specify in the tags if you want the hard mode questions asked! I think this might be fun! On tape 📽️: Draw yourself in a recreated screen cap from the source your f/o is from! (Bonus points if you stay within the art style if the source has one!)

Selfie 🤳: Draw you and your f/o taking a selfie from the camera's perspective!

Pose💃: Draw you and your f/o in a dynamic pose!

Drama🎭: Draw you and your f/o in a dramatic scene!

Wilted 🥀: Draw you and your f/o in a sad scene!

Disco 🪩: Draw you and your f/o dancing in outfits from your favorite decade/century!

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scuderiahoney · 3 months

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🍓 the 1 // a strawberry wine blurb

you all asked for a strawberry wine blurb, and so here we are- the blurb that made @theemporium put me in the doghouse. sorry in advance, enjoy this very non canon alternate ending to Empty Space

In the car, in a parking lot somewhere in Monaco, you turn to Daniel in the seat next to you and drop his hand. He’s just offered to take you to Max.

“Can you take me to my friend Audrey’s?” You ask quietly. “I can give you directions.”

His face drops. Your heart is sinking. You think his might be too. He says your name, softly, and you know. This could be your last chance. If you don’t go to Max now, Daniel is going to tell him that he gave you the choice, and you said no. Max has tried twice already, has extended the olive branch and the white flag. He brought your favorite dinner to your apartment, he found you on the rooftop patio and begged you to talk to him. He won’t keep reaching out. It’s unfair for you to expect that.

You swallow tightly and close your eyes. “Please, Danny. Take me to Audrey’s.”

He does, though he seems less than thrilled about it. When he pulls into the parking lot, he pauses one last time and stares at you. There’s this deep sadness in his eyes, matching the feeling in your chest.

“I’m sorry.” You say.

“It’s not me you should be apologizing to,” he answers.

You fall onto Audrey’s couch when you get up to her flat and cry yourself to sleep. You wonder if Max is doing the same across town, or if he’s already past this stage. You feel a sense of impending doom.

Four days later, he calls you. When you don’t answer, he texts. We need to talk. Your world drops out from under you.

You meet him at your shared apartment, knowing it’ll likely be the last time you share anything with him. You feel numb the whole drive there, and the walk up to the front door too. Max is standing in the kitchen, pouring water into two glasses from a pitcher. His face is blank. Something heavy settles on your chest, like a tight weight across you.

You stand across the kitchen from him. It’s like neither of you feel like you’re allowed to sit down. For a moment, you just stare at him. You should just tell him what’s been eating you up inside. Why you asked for a break in the first place, why you feel like you’re falling apart. But you think it’s a lost cause, now. He’s made his mind up. You pushed him to that point.

“I’m sorry,” you say, voice so so loud in the silent apartment. “I…”

He nods slowly. “I am too.”

It’s not a hopeful apology. You don’t even think he’s apologizing for what’s happened. He’s apologizing for what he’s about to do.

He rubs his thumb against the counter. “I can’t keep doing this, you know. I agreed to space, and a break. But it’s been over a month now. And I…”

He scoffs, shakes his head. He’s not looking at you, staring at the countertop. You wish you could tell what he was feeling- normally, he’s an open book. Now he’s a blank slate. You feel unsteady on your feet, like the room is swaying.

“I love you,” he says, and your stomach lurches. “And I thought you loved me but you won’t even tell me what’s going on, you won’t talk to me-“

“I do love you,” you insist.

He looks up at you, and finally, you see it- just a flash of anger. “This isn’t love. You might feel it but you’re not showing it.”

You shrink in on yourself and shove your hands in your pockets. You have this awful urge to get angry right back, to yell and fight and claw tooth and nail to hold on. Because maybe fighting would mean this isn’t a lost cause.

He interrupts you when you open your mouth. “I don’t want to argue.”

You blink. “What if I do?”

He shakes his head. “It’s a little late.”

Your ribs are caving in, you swear. Shame burns bright in your stomach. You stare at the man you love and realize you’ve hurt him more than you ever could’ve imagined. Max forgives, always. He gives second and third chances. But you’ve fucked it up so badly that you used them all up.

“I can… explain. I know I won’t change your mind but-“ you shrug. “If you want.”

He shakes his head again, brow set in a hard line. “I don’t need to know what was wrong to know that we could’ve gotten through it. Together.”

You cast your gaze to the ground, chewing on the inside of your cheek. You hear his slow, soft footsteps. He makes his way towards you, and you grow more tense with every inch he gains. His feet come into your field of vision. He’s wearing the slippers you bought him for Christmas. An ache swirls through you. Things were good, then.

He reaches a tentative hand out and cups the side of your face. When you don’t pull away, he tilts your head up towards his.

“I do love you,” he says, warmer than you deserve. “And I hope that whatever is going on, you figure it out, because I hate to see you like this. But I can’t… I…”

You search his eyes for a sliver of something, anything. You don’t find it. And that’s when you decide. You’ve fucked this all up, but you can save him this one bit of agony. So you reach up, wrap your hand around his wrist gently, and bite the bullet.

“I think we should break up,” you say, though the alarm bells are ringing in your head. “I’m sorry, I-“

“It’s okay,” he says, thumb brushing across your cheek. “It’s okay.”

He kisses you one last time, his hand cradling your face, his nose against yours. You try to memorize the feeling, try to burn it into your brain. You rub your thumb against the soft skin of the inside of his wrist and wish you could go back in time.

He doesn’t cry. Neither do you. Not until after you’ve left, after you’ve stumbled back to your car in the parking garage. Then you collapse against the steering wheel and bawl your eyes out. This is what it feels like, to lose the one person you love the most. It’s an ugly feeling, one that turns you inside out and upside down. Like you’re falling through a bottomless pit, waiting to hit the ground. You cry until you’re all out of tears, and then you call Audrey to pick you up, because your hands are shaking so badly that you can’t get the key in the ignition.

There will be things to figure out, of course. The apartment is in both of your names, the things inside it are shared. But right now you both need space. Funny, it’s all you thought you wanted, and now you have it in excess. You have space from him, forever.

….

It tears you apart.

But eventually, as all things do, it dulls. It’ll never really go away, you suppose- the pain you feel when you think of him, or your apartment, of strawberries and the million other things that remind you of him. But it goes from a deep stabbing pressure to an ache that you can live with.

You move- as far from Monaco as you can possibly get. You got a job offer, and everything in Monaco was Max, so you took the opportunity and ran. You build a new life on the other side of the world, in a city where not everyone knows about F1 and Max Verstappen and all the rest of it, too. You move forward.

Max does too. You see it from afar, hear about it from your friends. There are times you think of reaching out to congratulate him, or even just to check in. But you think about an unanswered text, or a changed number, or even a girlfriend of his seeing it, and you never send the message. He probably doesn’t want to hear from you anyways. If he did, he’d have reached out.

You and Max just aren’t the type of exes who are meant to be friends.

The day you hear he’s engaged, you break down into tears and spend the next 48 hours locked in your bedroom.

When you hear they called off the wedding, you finally call him. You’re not sure he’ll answer, or if he even has the same number, but you have to try. It rings and rings, and then-

“Hello?”

a/n: sorry I promise they’re married this didn’t happen it was all just a dreammmmm

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