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icanseethefuture333 · 1 year

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PAC: What makes you so sweet + who's sweet on you? 🍓🍰♥️

This spread was inspired by Strawberry shortcake :D! A childhood favorite of mine. You are allowed to choose one or more pile for each question! Use your intuition to decide 🥰 Please leave a tip if you can $$$

Pile 1:

Your songs -

I Don't Wanna by Aaliyah

Konclusions by YG & Kehlani

Crushcrushcrush by Coco & Clair Clair

Your dessert -

Pumpkin spice latte 🎃

What makes you so sweet?:

The Empress, Three of Pentacles (reversed), & Six of Pentacles

You are so loving and caring pile 1! 🥰 people could think that you have a "big heart" and wish they could give back all that you do for them. You could have venusian qualities or Libra/Taurus placements. You are a very selfless person and for that in exchange you just really desire friendship and loyalty! Your love language could be acts of service or gifts. You could also be very physically attractive 🤭 but you may not realize this??? You could be more self conscious about how you look and possibly put others on a pedestal for their appearance. You might question if you're actually pretty at times because people might not compliment you much but it's just really because you make them shy 🥺! In private, others could consider you their muse. People could like to draw you or write songs about you. It's giving girl next door energy. The way that you dress could be modest too. You could like to wear long sleeve shirts, sweaters, cardigans, flowy dresses, etc. Fall/autumn could be your favorite time of the year because it fits your taste in style! People could think that you give off a very warm and cozy aura. So comforting 💞

Who's sweet on you?:

Page of Swords, Ten of Swords, & Two of Swords

Lmao poor pile 1 😭 I feel bad so your secret admirer is someone who's ghosted you recently or who you just lost contact with. This person has attachment issues (avoidant I'm feeling?) Whenever they get close to love or start developing feelings for someone, they run away. They could be younger than you or they're just inexperienced when it comes to relationships. This person feels regret for ghosting you and wishes they could just reach out. They wish to tell you how they feel romantically but everytime they try to type out a text or get close to calling you, they chicken out. This person will eventually have to make a decision on if they should contact you or not but they're kind of stubborn 💀 good luck!

Pile 2:

Your songs -

Daisy 2.0 by Ashnikko & Miku Hatsune

Black eye by Vernon

Little Bit by Drake & Lykke Li

Your dessert -

Dark chocolate 🍫

What makes you so sweet?

The Devil (reversed), Ace of Cups, & The moon

Pile 2, you could be alternative??? Or just have a very intimidating/non-conventional beauty. Your style or overall appearance could be unique and that makes people weary to come near you. You possibly have a resting bitch face or you have "hunter eyes" (feline, snake, etc). Your features could go against European beauty standards as well. Contrary to what people think, you are actually so compassionate and sensitive. You could be secretly a hopeless romantic and be into romance novels, films, etc. I'm getting that you like to read or are into reading mangas. You could also like to watch anime or do cosplaying. Your geekiness is adorable 🤓! People like to hear about your interests and want to get to know you more if you feel comfortable. I see that you could have wounds from the past or currently are dealing with depression :( I'm sorry to hear that ❤️‍🩹! Just know that you aren't alone and you have people who care about you (including me!) Your guides want to tell you that you don't have to be so secretive dear. I'm getting that you possibly might have been bullied growing up? And they want you to understand that not everyone is going hurt you. People could think that you are beautiful in the nighttime or your beauty reminds them of the moon. Your skin could be luminescent and glowy when the light hits or your irises are big or have a unique color. You could possibly have Capricorn or Cancer placements. When you allow people to get close to you and gain trust, they appreciate it so much! Your talents, hobbies, and skills is what makes you so special 🥰 This could be only for a few people but some people here are musicians or should learn to play an instrument.

Who's sweet on you?

King of Cups, The Lovers, & Queen of Swords

This is good news for your love life :D! This person wants to come in with a offer and ask you either to be their partner or go out on a date. They are willing to court you and show how much you mean to them. You and this person could be very different than most couples. I'm getting that you guys could be a interracial couple, same sex couple, or just express yourselves differently when it comes to styles, aesthetics, and love languages. Don't be afraid to let this person in pile 2! They seem to really care for you and I can see once you fall in love with them, you're never gonna want to let them go ❤ What's cute about your dynamic is that this person is affectionate and outgoing while you're the more protective and reserved one LOL. I guess opposites do attract.

Pile 3:

Your songs -

While We're Young by Jhené Aiko

Child's Play by SZA & Chance The Rapper

Come by Doja Cat

Your dessert -

Lemon meringue pie 🥧

What makes you so sweet?

The Fool, Three of Wands, & Four of Wands

I feel like my pile 3 people are good singers 😳 if not, their voices are very soft and melodic 🤭 You love to listen to music a lot, for some of you I'm seeing that you like to listen to indie music or r&b. You're a very mellow person and radiate this down to earth energy. There is a lot of yellow on these cards as well so you could be connected to your solar plexus or that could be your favorite color/it suits your skintone. I'm seeing sunflowers 🌻 some of you might worship Oshun or should start doing research on her. You could be spiritual or religious. You have a carefree attitude because you know that the universe got you - period! You could be very knowledgeable on manifestation as well. People wonder what's your secret to life because you seem so lucky. I heard people even want to "rub you for good luck" 👀😂 you could like to dress in a bohemian or hippie style. You could wear like vegan leather backpacks, sandals, beads, feathers, rompers, and also dye your hair unnatural colors like blue, pink, etc. People could like that you're well traveled as well or you're knowledgeable about others cultures. You could speak more than one language. They like to hear about your travels or want to hear about your stories. I'm getting Leo, Sagittarius, or Virgo placements. You make friends where ever you go and it's very easy to talk to you 🌞! You radiate such a positive and divine energy. I just love that!

Who's sweet on you?:

The Emperor, Page of Wands, & King of Pentacles

This person could be older than you. They can be athletic but also act childish. They might have Aries traits or they have have it in their birth chart. They are creative, hard working, and . They take on traditional masculine qualities and would want to be a provider for their family. You could depend on this person and build able to form a secure and stable relationship. This could also signify that you and this person could get married in the future! Expect good news when it comes to your romantic endeavors.

Pile 4:

Your songs -

Favorite by HUNJIYA

Little Little by Red Velvet

Hymn For The Weekend by Coldplay Ft. Beyoncé

Your dessert -

Angel food cake 🎂

What makes you so sweet?

The Star, Strength, & Knight of Cups

Pile 4, you're giving me very much earth angel or starseed vibes 🌈🕊 something about you is very ethereal and angelic to people. They admire your elegance and healing energy. You could look good in the color white or pastel colors. You could have a nice physique as well 😋! Your hair could be very long with waves or curls. Some people fantasize about you naked because of how naturally beautiful you are 😅 It exudes something in them and your sex appeal is very arousing. I'm getting that you could also be nurturing and motherly, very wise. You could have Aquarius, Leo, or Pisces placements. People like your awareness on things and your acceptance of how people are instead of trying to change them. You could be very observant as well. You notice the little things in life and pay attention to the fine details that other don't. You have a keen eye for art or fashion. You could care for the environment and have a connection to animals or babies 🦋 You just embody a lot of divine feminine qualities and that makes people feel welcome and at ease around you.

Who's sweet on you?

Ace of Wands, Queen of Pentacles, & Nine of Pentacles

For you pile 4, I see that you're actually sweet on yourself (period self love)! I feel like as for right now in your love life, you're not looking for a commitment or should be focusing on committing to yourself and your goals. You could be coming out of a relationship or have been single for quite some time - no worries! I'm seeing finacial abundance coming to your life and your personal endeavors. I see that you're mostly gonna keep your options open for now and see different people. I'm seeing a lot of good sex as well ❤️‍🔥 There's gonna be fun dates and partying happening in your life. (Clarified by Justice) this could be for a few but some of you might hear or will start dating a Libra. I'm not seeing anything too serious but I'm getting that they could help you further your career. They could be a sugar daddy/mommy, you know them from work (boss, supervisor, or coworker), or they could work as a counselor, legal advisor, lawyer, etc.

Pile 5:

Your songs -

20/20 by Lil Tjay

On My Own by Darci

Into It by Chase Atlantic

Your dessert -

Red wine truffle 🍷

What makes you so sweet?

Nine of Cups, The World, & Temperance

Your self assurance, patience, and drive for success is what makes you so sweet pile 5! I'm getting badass energy from you and you have a very nonchalant, idgaf, rebellious attitude. I feel that growing up those in authority underestimated you and you managed to prove or will prove them all wrong with your achievements. You could have trophies, good grades, or receive a lot of praise for your work at school or your job. You could possibly be an athlete or participated in some sort of competition (dancing, mathlete, etc). You're beauty and brains, pile 5, the total package! You could have Scorpio, Gemini, or Aries placements. People wonder how you did it or overcome such hardships. You're someone people can look up to. You motivate them and make them want to do better. You could be the older sibling in your family or could have cousins younger than you? I'm having a vision of little kids looking at you and they're just in awe, how cute 🥹! Your independence and self confidence is so admirable.

Who's sweet on you?

Four of Swords, Knight of Wands, & Eight of Wands

Pile 5, when it comes to romance it could make you nervous or give you anxiety. You may not have time for it or whenever you go out on dates you overthink about it. There's no need to be nervous! Just be yourself sweetheart 💕 I feel that you know this person as well or already currently seeing someone. They could be on your team or they are in some sort of team (at work, in sports, etc). They like to move things pretty fast. You both could hate the talking stage and just wish to skip to the part where the both of you are best friends in love! I'm getting like coming of age love story and it's adorable ☺️ This person could like your hair or compliments you a lot on your hair. They could like your tattoos or piercings. There is going to be a lot of passion early on in the relationship and they will be very infatuated by you. Just be careful not to rush into thing if you want more of a serious relationship! If not, I feel that this would be a fun fling.

Pile 6:

Your songs -

Jasmine by DPR Live

I Wanna Be Down by Brandy

Who Can I Run To by Xscape

Your dessert -

Galaxy raindrop cake 💧

What makes you sweet?:

Ace of Pentacles, Seven of Pentacles, & Wheel of Fortune

Pile 6, I see that you're someone who's very generous with their wealth. Very similar to pile 1, you could be good with your finances, and have a lot of high quality material items. You're someone who takes value in the finer things and show gratitude for everything you have because there are those who are without. Whenever someone is struggling or is in need of help, you're always there! You're someone people can count in terms of an emergency. When people get asked about you they have fond memories of how much you been there for them (shit even me, I need more friends like you pile 6 😭). You're a down ass bitch! I feel that fortune is always on your side because of how selfless you are. Like pile 3, I feel that you could also know about manifestation, and use it to improve your life. You could do this without knowing. You could visualize yourself being rich or you affirm that you're lucky when it comes to money. I heard that your parents are very proud of you as well! You could really have an old soul pile 6. Your style could be more casual or reminiscent of the 80s/90s. I'm seeing mom jeans, crop tops, high top sneakers, jelly bracelets, henna tattoo chokers, gold chain, and mini hoop earrings.

Who's sweet on you?:

Six of Swords, The World, & Ace of Cups

Aw pile 6, so I see that a lot of people can depend on you but you don't have many people that you can turn to when you need help or need to take a load off 🥺 you could feel stressed because of this but don't worry someone will be coming in your love life soon! You could meet them overseas or while traveling. I'm getting military vibes so either you or this person will be in the military, if not the job requires traveling or dealing with foreign people/places. You and this person will have a harmonious relationship. So expect a new chapter and a good change in your love life!

Pile 7:

Your songs -

Generous by Doja Cat

No Silhouette by DPR Ian

Brooklyn Baby by Lana Del Rey

Your dessert:

Cannoli 🥖

What makes you sweet?:

Pile 7, your style is reminding me of mirror palais, summers in spain/Italy/mexico, or "bible study" outfits. Your style could cater to your religious beliefs or it's reminiscent of a holy figure. I feel that you could also dress very preppy. I'm seeing crosses, rosaries, cloaks, scarves, concho belts, a necklace with some sort of significant pendant (crystals, cross, buddha, etc), slippers/flats, stockings, long skirts, headbands, and button up tops. You have a very innocent and holy appearance. Some of you could be very sophisticated as well (its giving "my name is Bella Hadid"). People could think you're so pure that they're afraid of tainting you (in a nsfw way 😭). You make people blush because of how attractive you are. You could have a babyface, look younger than your actual age, or you have a youthful personality. People consider you "God's favorite" because of how perfect you seem or think God took their time with making you. You could be into modeling or you look like a model. Your lips could be nice and plump. They have a alluring shape with a vibrant color (they could be cherry red or they have a nice pink in the center of them if your lips are two toned). I am reminded of Monica Belluci in the role Milena where she had ginger hair and all the men were so seduced by her without her even trying (the scene where they were lighting her cigarette) and Salma Hayek in Desperado (where she caused people to crash their cars because of how hot she was 😂). You exude this femme fatale energy and could be becoming more "grown woman/man/person fine". This could also mean if you're underage, you could have major glow up after you're finished with puberty. You could also pray or be very devoted to your faith and people find that admirable.

Who's sweet on you?:

Five of Cups, The High Priestess, & Knight of Pentacles

You've been disappointed a lot in when it comes to your love life. You feel as though no one can satisfy you. You could have had your heart broken in a previous relationship so therefore you decided to stay single. I do feel that someone wants to come in though to show their love for you and will back up their words with action taking. They could be intimidated by you but they won't let their self esteem get in the way. They're gonna be persistent until you give in. Although pile 7, I suggest you heal wounds from your past relationship as well, it could cause you to self sabotage in your dating life, and prevent you from ever moving on. You deserve to be loved and receiving the pleasures of being in a happy relationship. So make sure to give them a chance when they come along.

Pile 8:

Your songs -

Headlines by McClenney

10% by Kaytranada & Kali Uchis

Jungle by Drake

Your dessert -

Creme Brulé 🍮

What makes you so sweet?:

Five of Pentacles, Justice, & Ace of Swords

Wow pile 8, you are someone who is fair and fights for equality. You hate to see people being kicked down and mistreated so you would do anything in your power to make sure others are safe. You're honestly a hero. For some people in this pile, you guys could have been abandoned by your parents, or was a orphan so because of this would you do your best to make sure that doesn't happen to anyone around you. You could do community service or take time out of your day to do activities with the kids that come from low income families. That's so sweet and I'm sorry that you went through that 🥺. If not, you have had really greedy people in your life. Whether it's a family member or authority in the workplace, they take from you a lot. Whether financially or emotionally. You could use your knowledge from these past situations for activism or fighting legal battles. You could work as a social worker, activist, politics, human relations, or in the legal system. Also people appreciate you for your great advice! You are very logical but at the same time optimistic. You know how to balance your brain and your heart, which not many people can do. You are a very strong person, pile 8.

Who's sweet on you?:

Ten of Wands, The Chariot, & King of Cups

You and this person could have broken up? I feel that this an ex who is wanting a second chance with you or a friend of yours who wants to be more than friends. You could have rejected them and they feel burdened by this because they still have feelings for you. It made them retreat and hide but they are not going to give up on this connection. You could have broken up with them because or their lack of vulnerability. They could have been uncomfortable with talking about their feelings or avoided having serious conversations, it triggers them. They are going to come back with a open heart to tell you how much you mean to them. For some people in this pile, this person might even propose to you 😲 if not a proposal for marriage, they could just ask you again to be their partner.

Pile 9:

Your songs -

Don't Hurt Me by DJ Mustard, Nicki Minaj, & Jeremih

Come Into You by Jimmy Brown

I Like U by Niki

Your dessert -

Gingersnap cookies 🍪

What makes you so sweet?:

Six of Cups, Page of Pentacles, & Seven of Cups

Pile 9, you are so cute😆! I feel like out of all the piles you are the youngest either in age or maturity. You could be someone thats very bubbly, clumsy, and full of energy. You have a childlike charm and your expressions are very sweet. I'm getting like how when little kids ask a question and they tilt their head while they do it. You just have this innocence to you but I also feel that you can be very mischievous. You could like to tease your peers and people find it very funny 😂. You could be very smart as well and do/did well in school! I'm getting that you're a teacher's pet and you always get good grades. You could give your teacher a hard time sometimes too (some of you could have talked too much in class and that would stress your teacher out LOL 😭). This pile honestly has me cracking up. You could also have a very big imagination. You could daydream a lot or fantasize about things a lot. People often wonder what you're thinking about when you do that. You could also have a lot of goals or are very creative. This pile gives off main character energy. It reminds me of Devi from Never Have I Ever or Jess from New Girl.

Who's sweet on you?:

Four of Wands, The Lovers, & Ten of Pentacles

I see that there's two cases for this pile. On one side you guys have a crush on someone or the other side they have someone who has a crush on them but despite that I'm seeing that the feelings are mutual for both parties! You know this person already and could be in the talking stage. I'm getting like a light, fun, flirty, playful energy between you and this person. You guys might have even already go on out on a date or will make plans to go out on a date soon. Which is so cute because as things develop and get more serious you both will realize that you're in love with each other 🤭. I'm having a vision of a couple blushing and being nervous to make eye contact 😭💓. This is going to be a long term relationship for sure and your families will be happy to see you guys together. I'm seeing like your families getting together for the holidays or coming together for dinner. For my younger kids in pile 9, this could mean your parents will allow you to date them, and when they introduce you to their parents, they will approve of the relationship so yay! 🥰

Thanks so much for reading! Have a nice day, here's a little treat 🍭🧁🍨🍬🍡🍦🧋🍧🍩

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tightjeansjavi · 2 months

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The Rite of Movement | drabble

“🍓Strawberry Lipstick State of Mind🍓”

A/N: I can’t stop writing for these two so I hope y’all are used to it by now 💀🥺

~word count: 363~

Summary: you and Joel go to the farmers market together!

Pairing | pornstar!joel x pornstar!female reader

Warnings: none, fluff, implied smut, established relationship, teasing, flirting, sexual tension, PDA, Joel’s in his 40’s reader is in her 30’s, reader has no physical descriptions, readers nickname is baby love, +18 minors dni!

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“Joel!” You said with a small grin, tugging on on his bare, tanned forearm gently towards the strawberry stand set up in the middle of the Austin Texas farmers market.

He grunted out a response, dark shaded sunglasses concealing his eyes from the blinding Texas sun. “Comin’, baby love.”

He stepped in stride with you, watching as you grabbed a carton of freshly picked strawberries, ripe, ruby red and just begging to be eaten.

“Don’t these look delicious? There’s nothing like a perfectly ripe strawberry on a hot summer's day!” You reach into the carton, plucking the biggest strawberry from the bunch, sinking your teeth into the vibrant, juicy flesh of the fruit, a dribble of crimson juice dribbles down your chin, the column of your neck and the space between your covered breasts.

Joel shamelessly watches the stray juice dribble all the way down, a parched look on his face, tongue darting out to lick his lips. He knows that your action of eating the fruit was inherently harmless, but the way you’re now sizing him up? Well, that’s a whole other story.

“Looks delicious, baby love.” He rasps low, and if you weren’t in public right now, he would have dragged his tongue from between the valley of your breasts and right up to your pretty velvet plush lips.

“You want to have a taste?” Your lips curve upwards into a grin, knowing just how riled up your innocent antics make your man.

“M’parched for one, baby love.” He clears his throat, tearing his gaze from you momentarily to reach for his wallet, pulling out more than enough cash for a single carton of strawberries and hands it to the fruit stand clerk.

He tucks his wallet back into his pocket and before you even get a peep out, he leans down towards your outstretched hand, fingers still gently holding the stem of the strawberry. He bites down on the half bitten fruit, eyes locked on yours in a challenging gaze, lips brushing the underside of your fingertips leaving you the one suddenly feeling parched.

“Delicious, sweet, n’juicy. Jus’ like you, baby love.” He whispers the last bit, shooting you a subtle wink.

Damn him.

Joel: 1 | baby love: 0

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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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the-ellia-west · 2 months

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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)

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hischeapcigar · 10 months

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strawberries and cigarettes part 2

Pre-outbreak Joel Miller x reader

Part: 1 2 3 4

Summary: you're falling in love with the person your dad hates the most

Word count: 4.1k

Warning: none except your father is a bit deranged so maybe that's all, and a little angst 🚬

a/n: it was supposed to be cute little one shot but i think it's gonna be series lolol. reblogs and comments are appreciated. love you mwah. AND OMG thankyouuuuu all who showed love to the first part but as a gift I got some angst oops. 🍓🍓

“What place?” you were confused,

“Y’gonna love it, trus’ me” a small smirk growing in the corner of his lips

The rest of the ride was silent, unlike your mind. And probably unlike Joel's too. He was nervous as if this was gonna fix what he damaged.

You were hyper aware of the situation; it was the first time ever that you and Joel were alone without anyone passing by. It was dark with the truck’s headlights pouring light on the road ahead.

You should be scared, you should be unsure, you shouldn’t trust him. But you do. You feel safe, you feel warm, you feel protected.

There’s only anxiety about the unknown place you’re headed, about the things that Joel’s gonna talk to you about. While you were still contemplating, knowing Joel would turn the wheels if you told him to, but a part of you, the bigger part of you, wanted to listen him out.

Joel was silent beside you, and you were looking out the window. It was a different area, you had never been there before. It was almost laughable how blindly you trusted Joel that you let him take you anywhere. You knew you’d follow, even your broken heart didn’t matter.

Why did the universe have to put you in such a position? Your dad dislikes him so much that you can’t even look at Joel in the presence of your dad. It was too painful. Just a small fight over a stupid job, that did not even include you, was pulling you away from Joel.

Joel took a turn in between two wheat fields, the rain hadn’t slowed down, or the wind was too strong. The field was illuminated by the faint moonlight. He drove between the fields until it opened to a boundless empty field accompanied by a small hut in the middle.

Joel parked a little distance away from the fence surrounding the hut. There was a yellow bulb lit outside the small shed. You had not a single clue why you were here in the middle of nowhere. You hadn’t even let your parents know but they still hadn’t called so it was safe till’ now, you guessed.

Joel calmly pulled you out of your thoughts, “We’re here”

You still looked around, not sure what exactly what you were looking for,

And as if Joel read your thoughts,

“I- uh, well this is my friend’s place,” he scratched the back of his head, nervous,” he showed me ‘round and well if it wasn't rainin, ya woulda adored it-”

He paused abruptly, taking in the confused look etched on your face not knowing where this was going,

“Can you give me minute,” he asked, not really seeking your affirmation because he was already opening the lock to his door,

“No! Joel-” he opened the door, wind spraying rainwater inside the car as he got out, quickly shutting it

“Joel!” Panic settled in your body as you watched him cross the truck and walk further on the left. He took a big step, obviously stepping over border, but it was dark enough to see what laid there

You watched him, his hair ruffling with the wind, he bent down and did God knows what. He sat there for a few more minutes as if plucking something before he got up and ran his way back.

You were prepared to scold him for his reckless behavior, but the words fell short as soon as he got in the car, surprisingly he wasn't dripping wet like you expected. Your eyes were wide, not because of his state but what he held in his hands.

Strawberries

“Joel-” you spoke softly, eyeing the strawberries in his hands

You hastily produced a tissue from your purse, placing the strawberries between both of you.

He just looked at you with adoration, a streak of water falling from his hair down to his face, smile ghosting over his lips

Suddenly you looked up at him, displaying small frown, “you can’t just go out like that, it’s dark and raining and what if-”

“‘s mostly the wind not the rain, and ‘m just tryna make it up to you, darlin” he sighed as your eyes locked

Darling

It slipped off his tongue before he could stop himself, surprising both you and himself. Both staring at each other with eyes slightly wide.

You closed your eyes, supporting your head on the headrest, suddenly remembering why you were there at first place,

The flashbacks playing over in your mind. Instantly, you realize that you're sitting with the man who broke your heart a week ago. Disappeared without explanation, leaving you to worry about the worst. The way you cried your heart out when you missed him at night, or how you had to keep your voice from shaking every time a coworker asked you about Joel. How you had to resist the urge to go up to Sarah and ask her about her dad.

You opened your eyes again, they were glossy and held so much pain, that Joel winced internally. You shifted your gaze to the window behind him, watching the droplets of water falling. The rain had eased off

“I-” he wanted to comfort you, but he forgot every sentence he practiced of his monologue,

“Why?” you asked, barely a whisper, bringing your eyes up to meet his again. Guilt was flowing in his warm brown eyes.

“Your father showed up at my house, he uh-” unable to choose the right words, but there were no right words, “he gave me a black eye” he shrugged, letting out a dry chuckle,

Eyes wide, your mouth opened and closed like a fish, not knowing what to say, but Joel beat you to it,

“The day after he showed up at the cafe, I went to your place, to resolve things with him once and for all, brought wine an’ all, but he wasn’t home so I told your mom to give him my message,” he formed air quotes “‘let’s start off again and put the past in the past’”

“He showed up at night, screaming at me, grabbing my collar, threatening me not to be around you. That if I was seen ‘round ya, he would make it miserable, make you leave the job and ground you-”

You couldn't believe your ears. If you didn’t know any better, you wouldn’t accept Joel’s words. But you did. You knew what your dad was capable of.

“-I tried to tell him that you were a grown up and completely capable of making your own choices and that’s when he,” Joel mimicked punching his face

“Black eye”

Your throat was dry as you tried to adjust to the new information, tears welling up in your eyes

He showed up at my place to make peace with a maniac like dad for my sake. Knowing damn well how dad is, knowing dad beat up a man on the counter only because he wasn't working fast enough, Joel still tried to give him a chance.

He got beaten up because of you.

For you.

He avoided the cafe because of you.

For you

You were ashamed. Guilt-ridden. You felt responsible.

You tried to find your voice, to keep the tears at bay, to tell him how much you’re sorry,

“Joel I-” even you couldn't recognize your voice, so small, like you had a barbed wire tightened around your throat.

He took a deep breath, “look I'm only tellin’ you all this, so y’know the reasons why I did what I did, I’m sorry I left without lettin’ ya know but, I-” he sighed, “I’m sorry,”

After all that happened, after he took a hit for you, he’s the one still sorry?

Your vision was glossy, Joel’s figure was nothing but a blur. You blinked and tears broke through your eyes, falling freely down your cheeks,

Joel didn’t see your silent tears, too busy avoiding eye contact until you whimpered ever so softly, and his eyes shot up at your frame; shaking your head, looking down, tears staining your cheeks. You lifted your hands to wipe but he was quicker,

“Hey, hey sweetheart, don't cry, don't cry” he whispered as he gently cradled your face and wiped the tears with his thumb. His other hand supported his weight as he slightly inclined his body towards you.

You would've frozen at the close intimacy, at the feeling of his warm skin on yours, but the information in your head was haunting.

You leaned in his hand without thinking, letting yourself find calm in his warmth,

“Should’ve told me, Joel-” your words were muffled, your throat was tightened, you were disgusted with your own father, “-woulda fought him,”

“No, no, I wouldn’t let you,” he shushed you, wiping every fresh string of tears, your hand holding his wrist.

You looked up at him, Joel thought he could stop breathing, your eyes carried a storm of guilt and sadness mixed with anger

“Woulda told him you weren’t at fault” your voice was still small though the tears had ceased.

He bought you closer, resting your forehead on his.

“Listen to me darlin’, it woulda caused more trouble. He hates me already. Imagine seeing his daughter defend the same man? Watcha think he’d do? Hmm?”

“He’d kill me” he said a bit dramatically, widening his eyes, obtaining a sniff followed by a chuckle out of you, his favorite sound in the whole world.

You shook your head as you pulled away, you sat back in the seat, back against the window, body facing Joel’s who was mirroring your position.

You both sat there facing each other, strawberries in between both of you. He cocked his head, urging you to grab a strawberry, you reached and grabbed one. You took a bite, and it erupted in your mouth. It was so sweet and juicy that you took the whole strawberry in your mouth.

You opened your eyes to see Joel looking back at you with admiration, you were flustered under his gaze.

“It wasn’t washed, y’know?” he said

“What do you mean, rain didn’t wash it?” You shot back, reaching for another one after Joel took his.

A moment of silence as you both ate strawberries

Joel took out the packet of cigarettes from his pocket, putting one between his lips before lighting it up. He rolled the window down to save you both from exhaustion. He exhaled out, and God did he look so divine covered in smoke.

“So,” you broke the silence, “what do we do?” you gestured towards the both of you. Before you extended your hand for Joel to hand you the cigarette,

I don't share my cigs. He wanted to say, but he passed it wordlessly, as he watched you put your lips on the cigarette, something stirring in him watching you like that,

He sighed, “I don't know, I mean I tried talkin’, didn’t work, and uh, I really don't wanna let ya go, not again, it was hella depressin”

“Can we meet somewhere else?” you suggested

“This could be our place; we could meet at nighttime if that’s okay for you-”

“It is. It is” you assured him. Because your parents didn’t care enough to note the time you return home, judging by the fact they still hadn’t called, like usual.

“You sure?” he hesitated, but you knew he was only looking out for you

“Yes Joel, I mean it’s only a couple of months before I move to Los Angeles, once I move out, they won’t dictate me, I can choose who I spend my time with,” you nodded as you dragged another hit, passing it to Joel.

before I move to Los Angeles

His brain stopped working after those words left your mouth, but he tried his best to recover. It had only been a few weeks since you both started seeing each other. There wasn't even any label to your relationship, still it tugged at his heart.

He didn’t let any emotion give him away and just hummed in response, taking puffs from the cigarette

You both sat there, munching on strawberries and taking turns with cigarettes. His truck was filled with the fruity aroma and smoke, along with the faint, musky, earthy smell of rain.

“Ready to go back?” he asked

No. I want to spend the night with you while I can.

You nodded, “yes,”

You sat back, facing the windshield,

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The next night he showed up at the cafe, a few minutes before your closing call. You quickly wound up and locked the doors. He was leaning against his truck just like the night before. You walked up to him, he pushed himself up and met you halfway.

He hesitantly held your waist; he was unsure if he could greet you the same way after the distance. But when you didn’t pull away, he wrapped his arms around you, your arms flew around his neck.

He nuzzled his face in your neck, inhaling deeply your scent. You shivered at the closeness, engulfed in his musky smell of cigarette and whisky. Something like home. Something natural. Something real.

There was something so intimate about this. Enveloped in his big arms in the dark, when no one is looking at you.

You both stayed there caged in each other's arms before you pulled away. Joel helped you get in before he got in.

Getting in the vehicle, he drove to the same spot but this time you both got out of the truck to see the small garden of strawberry vines.

Joel followed you, a small blanket in his hand which he laid out in the mud beside the garden. He sat down, extending his hand for you to take, which you gladly did.

Joel looked so beautiful in the faint light of streetlights and the yellow bulb of the small hut nearby. Under the starry sky, surrounded by cool breeze and no one else. You could be yourself again, just like you did in those moments in the cafe with Joel. Though this was better, away from prying eyes.

You both sat across from each other as Joel lit the cigarette and passed it to you before taking a drag.

Your heart danced as you saw him pass the cigarette without you asking. Your lips wrapping around where his were.

“How long before your closing shift ends?” he asked

You exhaled the smoke, “next week” you replied,

He hummed

“How’s Sarah's school? Haven't talked to her in a while…” you inquired

“‘S okay, exams comin up, gettin stressed,” he puffed out the smoke, before asking, “how’s everything in the cafe?”

You both talked for hours about his friend owning fields, about the weather, about cows, smoked a few cigarettes together, content in each other’s company.

Before it was midnight, you both cleaned the mess and got back in his truck. Drive back was silent but Joel’s thoughts were loud,

before I move to Los Angeles

He wanted to ask you what the relationship meant to you but always bit his tongue.

before I move to Los Angeles

He shook his head to get rid of the aching thought, grabbing your attention.

“You okay, Joel?” you had Joel tattooed in your brain. You were always thinking about him, he made the flowers, in your chest, bloom.

His head remained still, no, the thought of you leaving is eating me alive. What do I mean to you? What does this mean to you? He knew if he looked at you, he’d come undone

“Yes, of course sweetheart,” his heart warming at you worrying about him

Your eyes fell to his hand gripping the steering wheel so tight, you were scared he could pull it out. The free hand on his lap was slightly trembling.

You knew something was bothering him, but you knew better than to push him. But you wished he’d let you in completely,

Carefully, you approached his free hand on his lap, tracing your index finger on the side before covering his big hand with your petite one.

You held your breath, waiting for him to pull away,

Head spinning to the connected hands, his breath hitched. He felt goosebumps running down his spine. He felt like he couldn’t move, like if he took one wrong move, this all would shatter.

With calculated breaths, he calmed his body down and carefully turned his palm around, interlacing your fingers with his.

You let out a small sigh of relief, as you peeked at him. Both his hands were at ease, there was a ghost of a smile dancing at his lips. His lips. They looked so plump, you wondered how it would be like to just kiss him? Just have his lips on your own.

You wanted to reach out and turn his head and kiss him.

You just wished the ride would never end, but of course like waking up from a good dream,

He parked at a distance from your house to be safe from nosey neighbors. You pulled back your hand, immediately missing the warmth. He watched you as you unbuckle the seatbelt, you looked up at him,

“Same time, tomorrow?” you asked

Can I kiss you? His heart was screaming. Unintentionally his gaze fell to your lips, and he physically resisted himself to jump out the car, grab your face and kiss you.

He closed his eyes tightly, nodding,

“Same time, tomorrow.”

He stayed until he was sure you made it to your house safely.

The next week went like this. He picked you from the cafe to the haven as you’d like to call it, smoked a cigarette or two, plucked a strawberry or two, talked for hours, and dropped you back home.

Somedays you would pack a small pastry, or cupcake or any snack for Joel that you would share in the night.

On your way back, his hand would silently make its way over to you, so you could interlace your fingers.

It was the first day of your morning shift in the cafe. The day was usual, except that you met Sarah after a long time. You packed a butter vanilla pancake for Joel and handed it to Sarah.

You were home by evening. Your dad had thrown a tantrum about some guy in work, how he was not the ‘right person for the job’, but you felt bad for the unknown man. You locked yourself in your room, daydreaming about long nights with Joel.

Nighttime fell, you were nervous as to how you would leave your house. Daylight was too risky for the haven, so you had to stick with the nighttime. The clock strikes 11:30 and your phone chimed, it was Joel,

J- “I’m here”

You ran to your window to see the silhouette of Joel getting out of the car at the corner of the street. You put on your shoes and rushed downstairs. Your parents had already gone to their bedroom, and you had a clear way out. Adrenaline rushed in your veins, it was thrilling to be this old and sneaking like a high school girl.

You walked up to him but instead of falling into each other’s embrace, he opened the door for you right away, eyes skimming around for any creeping neighbors.

And the routine began again. Talk, smoke, eat, leave and of course silent small touches during the drives.

Each night you both silently fight your inner selves, keeping yourselves from reaching out to the other and stealing a kiss. Each night he stared at your lips when you weren't looking and you stared at his’ when he looked away

The next day, you were busy with orders when Sarah showed up with a box in her hand which she placed on the counter,

“For you,” she smiled her cheeky smile

You raised your brows as you reached for the small box, “what do we have here?” you started unpacking it

“You know Mrs. Ivy, right? she visited us last night, dad wasn’t home, said he had something important to do,” you bit the small smile that crept up to your lips, he was with me, “she was obviously very disappointed, so she left the cake,”

You hummed and nodded to her explanation as she continued, “I told dad about it the morning, he saw it was strawberry flavored, so he packed half of it for you,” you swore your face was dipped in a shade of scarlet color, your heart fluttered at the act

You couldn't help but smiled at the girl, “thank you, Sarah” you said before putting the box away in the mini fridge

Sarah hung out with you for a while as she ranted about Mrs. Ivy’s constant visits. A punch in your gut but you didn’t let it show

“And Mrs. Ivy?” you asked, jerking the ash off the cigarette.

You both were sitting on the small blanket, a few cigarette butts scattered with leaves of strawberries.

“What ‘bout her?” he took the cigarette from you, a slight annoyance in his tone

You smirked, getting exactly what you wanted, “Well,” you sang, “Sarah mentioned she’s throwing herself on you,” you reached out for the cigarette, but he pulled it away from your reach, as he stared at you with an unamused look,

You pushed yourself up and closer to him, to get the cigarette from him, he kept pulling away with you chasing,

“What? Why don’t you give her a chance- Joel gimme the cigarette,” you leaned in on him, your vision zeroing on the burning end of the cigarette as you tried to reach out again,

“What do you mean by ‘chance’?” he asked,

Do you really don’t think of him as anything more than a friend? Why else would you sneak out with him? Did you really want him to be with someone else?

Caught up with his thoughts, his hand supporting him gave up; he lay back on his elbow. His other arm pushed out from both of your bodies, still not letting you take the cigarette until he gets the answer

The cigarette had your full attention. It felt like a competition of him pulling away and you chasing, nothing else. And you were determined to get the cigarette, not caring about what position you ended up in,

“Apparently she’s been showing up at your house in the broad daylight, bring you cakes” you pushed his torso, so he was laying on back. One of your hands on his chest while the other reaching for his hand that he stuck out. “And god knows what-”

And in the split second he grabbed the tiny detail he was missing, the hint of jealousy in your tone.

You looked at him when he didn’t respond, suddenly becoming aware of the situation you both were in.

He caught you stealing a glance at his lips, because when you met his eyes again, there was an inkling of glint and mischief. Your cheeks were a deep shade of scarlet that were visible even in darkness

You thought about pushing yourself up, embarrassed, but Joel’s free hand, the one without the cigarette, reached up and settled at your waist.

You didn't miss the way his calloused skin accidentally brushed the sliver of your skin of your waist that showed because of your shirt riding up when you pushed yourself on him,

Shiver ran down your spine, heart thundering in your chest. But you felt the same fast beating heart beneath your fingertips on Joel’s chest.

Joel brought the cigarette to your lips, which you inhaled keeping heated eye contact with him.

“Darlin’ you don't get it, do you?” he smirked, eyes falling to your lips, before looking back up,

You gulped, everything around you slowed down, and when you saw him staring at your lips for a second, you trembled.

“Get what?” you whispered

He wet his lips with his tongue,

“That you drive me crazy,” his hand slowly moved up from your waist with every word he spoke,

“That the thoughts about you have consumed my mind, wholly and fully, that you make me want to take a hit and not regret it,” his hand rested on the back your neck,

His breath fanned your lips. You were taking your time wrapping your head around his confession, staring at his lips and the way you or him inched closer with every word,

“Kiss me, Joel-”

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kissesfrombangtanatnight · 4 months

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Roman Reigns: Don't Forget the Strawberries and Whipped Cream.🍓

Warnings: vulgar language

"So when are you gonna tell your wife about us? I’m sick of playing the waiting game Joe. I wanna be with you." She says watching as Joe slowly puts his boxers back on.

He inwardly rolled his eyes. This bitch didn’t get the memo, did she? A part of him always felt like she wouldn’t hold her part of the deal but another thought the 10K he’d so generously deposit into her bank account every month was kindhearted enough for her to know her responsibilities and duties as a side piece. But apparently not. It seems that over the course of a couple of months into their little affair, if you want to be judgmental and call it that, she’s grown feelings for him, something he so diligently instructed her not to do. She was nothing more than a fuck and duck to him. Something to do when there was nothing to do. Free p*ssy for whenever his wife pissed him off. And yet, here it is, she’s requiring more than just his dick. She wanted his heart. Something he locked up in his body's own jail cell with other women that wasn't the one that was currently at home, carrying his last name and his child. What a fool.

“Raven…..you know your place…..stay in it,” Joe says with bitterness in his voice.

“You know what? Fuck you, Joseph! I don’t even know why I thought you’d ever love me! What’s so special about that bitch you got at home, huh? If you really loved her, you wouldn’t be fucking around with me for damn near a year!” Raven retorts, feeling tears daring to pour from her hazel eyes.

Joe sighs deeply as he pulls up his Nike sweatpants, the ones that you brought him one day for his birthday. He turns to look at the distraught woman, lying naked on his California king.

“We’ve discussed this numerous times. It’s even written perfectly in your NDA. You mean nothing to me. Understand that? Now you’re either going to hold your end of the deal or I-" Raven stands to her feet, angrily grabbing her robe and wrapping it securely around her body. She's had enough of this.

“I love you, Joseph! I’m in love with you! How can you do this to me? To us?! Fine! You know what! How 'bout I just grab your phone and call that little wife of yours huh? Tell her that her man’s been fucking a streetwalker.” Raven threatens as she quickly snatches up Joe's cell phone to dial your number.

It only takes her seconds to find you as your number is on the recent calls list, being that Joe spoke with you two hours ago. He rolls his eyes, somewhat annoyed and intrigued by this situation.

He calmly and patiently puts on his shirt, hoodie, and Jordan 1's, whistling to himself. He then walks to the dresser to put on his Rolex, also a previous birthday gift from you.

Raven touches your name on Joe's phone, and it begins to dial you. Joe grins to himself as he knows you take time before you answer the phone. Plus, it's 9 p.m., and he knows by now you're doing your nightly cleaning routine and won't pick up the phone as quickly.

"She answer yet?" Joe chuckles, leaning against the wooden dresser that was placed near the bedroom door. For Raven's sake, she better hope you don't answer the phone.

She was now on the third ring but your husband knew you like the back of your hand, you weren't gonna pick up until the fifth ring. Hell, you were probably staring at your phone right now, annoyed that he'd interrupted one of your sacred cleaning sessions.

The phone is now on the fifth ring before you finally answer the phone to which Joseph is already on his feet, having made strides over to his accuser. He immediately grabs her by the throat. Just who the hell did she think she was to threaten him? Threaten his marriage. His reputation. His authority. Surely, he didn't want his business out in the streets. He was a very private man. Many didn't know much about his personal life and his escapades, and he'd love to keep it that way.

His grip around her neck is firm as she tries to fight him off, his phone dropping to the bed as you pick up.

“Hello? Babe?” You greet as you can barely hear on the other side of the phone.

“Y/n? Ah yes….sorry. I didn’t mean to call you….I’m at the gym….working on some reps.” Joe huffs as he takes both his hands and wraps them firmly around Raven’s neck. She can barely breathe and the shakiness of her hands trying to pry his away was telling him that she was going into panic mode.

“You sound out of breath.” You giggle on the phone as you pick up the freshly cleaned laundry, wobbling out of the kitchen and upstairs to fold the clothes.

“Hahaha you know working out gets……hard.” He says as he applies more pressure to Raven's neck, feeling her strength begin to deplete as she slowly stops fighting.

“Careful now, Joe. I don’t want you breaking your foot like you did last time when you dropped a weight on it. Whew….that took too much energy.” You say as you toss the clothes onto your bed, placing a hand on your back to rub it.

“Talking about me….you better be careful. I don’t want you stressing out my little hump dumpling.” He jokes as finally, Raven takes her last breath before her hands drop next to her and her body goes limp.

He inwardly sighs in relief before he carefully takes her body and tosses her on the bed. He picks up his phone and puts it to his ear.

“First off, don't call our unborn child a hump dumpling. Second, if anything she’s stressing me out. This girl is having a pillow fight with my damn bladder. I had to race to the bathroom two times already. I wish she would realize my bladder is not her personal pillow and is a very vital organ.” You giggle as you rub your belly, feeling your little girl kick.

“Hahaha Well I’m sorry you have to go through that honey but you’re gonna have to deal with it for at least another two months.” Joe grins as he stands over Raven’s body wondering what in the hell he was gonna do now.

Of course, he’s done this before, but this is the part that he tries to avoid for the most part; getting rid of the body. His mind begins to wonder as he hears you rambling about something in his ear, but his thoughts are on where he could possibly discard this mess he just made.

A dumpster? No, she’d be found pretty easily, especially on a Friday in which the local garbage men make their rounds. Maybe burn her in a metal bin? Naaaaah that was too dramatic. Possibly toss her in the depths of the ocean. Hmm maybe but then she could wash up on shore and he could only imagine the headlines in the news.

“Joe?….did you hear me?” You say as he quickly snaps out of his intrusive thoughts.

“What was that, dear?” he asks as he paces slowly.

“I said on your way home could you stop by the store and grab a box of trash bags, we’re out.” You say folding one of his favorite shirts you loved to sleep in.

“Of course. But baby, don’t exhaust yourself. Don’t worry about the trash………..I’ll take it out when I get home, okay.”

"Oooh oooh and don't forget the strawberries and whipped cream. I'm craving that again," you say, your mouth watering at the thought of your favorite dessert you've craved since the beginning of your pregnancy.

"Oh trust, I won't forget that. But I think I'd put it to a different use than what you're thinking." Your husband smirks, feeling himself stiffen at the thought of having you lying on your back, using those strawberries and whipped cream in the most sinful ways possible.

"Boy....get your mind out the gutter and hurry home. I'm ready to see you," you whine as he chuckles lowly.

"Alright babe...I'll be home soon."

#roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns one shot #roman reigns smut #roman reigns x reader #wwe smut #roman reigns imagines #roman reigns x black reader

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vitaminseetarot · 8 months

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Last Quarter Moon PAC: What Are You Harvesting? 🌗🍓🍹

Welcome, one and all, to my last chapter of the four-part moon series! In the beginning, all we had was the seed of potential. We then added some tender love and compost, tending to its stretching stems and budding leaves. We then sat back and witnessed the colorful flower blooming forth, reflecting our work well done.

Now it's finally time to take a look at what will be harvested from this growth. How will it sweeten your life? How will it ensure that more growth can continue to the next month? What blessings will at last be bestowed that will, with careful preservation, last through the winter and beyond?

Take a peek at the three packages of fruit you see down below. These are of the frozen kind so they will last for many smoothies and muffins to come. (Brand names are blotted out for your convenience.)

Pile 1 - Chilly Blueberries Pile 2 - Snowy Strawberries Pile 3 - Frosty Plums

Pile 1

Cards: Four of Swords, Three of Cups, Nine of Cups; Dandelion Wish, Avocado - Prosperity, Scorpio Moon - Camouflage, 6 - Freedom

I guess it works that I called this the Chilly Blueberry pile cause it seems like you're just looking to chill. You've been through the long haul this last month, and for you the growth hasn't come easily. Now you're being greatly encouraged to kick back and relax for the last few days of the season remaining.

You've been spending a great amount of time working on your internal issues. This pile has done some immense shadow work, and perhaps you sense that you're still in the thick of it, laying low and addressing some old fears. These fears may have to do with something you've been wishing and longing for. There's almost a feeling of treating shadow work as a full time job, wanting to purge and clear as much as possible to make room for desires. Which isn't a bad thing! It can be the recommended thing for many people (like one of the other piles, per example wink), but there's also such a thing as overdoing it. Sometimes you get to a place where you've squeezed out every tear cried out and felt the rock bottom of rock bottom, where you're hitting impenetrable bedrock. Pile 1, this is your reminder that you've been doing GREAT work improving yourself, but now it's time to breathe.

You're going to be harvesting peace, relaxation, a chance to decompress and distract yourself with good times. Your friends could be trying to pull you out of the house or into a discord chat -- join them! Don't let yourself get distracted by the heavy emotions at this time. Not all shadow work is productive, like with anything it can be habitual and keep you ruminating in a little loop. You are protected as far as social relations are concerned. You're being given the space to relate your deep inner work with the work others have been doing. I can't tell you how refreshing it is to be in the thick of some deep karmic issues, only to find out a close friend or even acquaintance has been going through a similar ordeal.

Right now, even with all the freaky planet shit happening out there, don't think that the next few months will be like your last few. You're gonna undergo a subtle transformation on your own naturally after this harvest. You'll be moving into a place of wish making and abundance. This may even boost your sense of financial freedom. It could be that some of your shadow work involved money, but I'm really getting abundance in general with this pile. You don't have to overwork yourself to get to that place, pile 1, you're already approaching it. There's no need to get a 100% completion rating on your spiritual practice. You're not being rewarded for hard work, you're being rewarded because you're in the right place and time to be receiving the abundance coming for you. The shadow work is to help you get in a better mindset and receive without letting old baggage get in the way. It's not a forever thing.

Pile 2

Cards: Five of Pentacles, King of Pentacles, Page of Cups; Turtle Creek, Strawberry - Affection, Leo Rising - Shine, 5 - Heart Healing

How awesome is it that you got the strawberry card for your strawberry reading?! Maybe you just really like eating them; the card does talk about affection after all! With Leo Rising, I'm feeling that this pile has been really affected by the Leo Venus retrograde. Lucky for you, the planet will station direct in a few days, gradually bringing back in a feeling of overall sweetness to your life like a tide coming in.

It could have been that your self-worth took a small hit in some way. Some things may have happened that tested you just a little too much. You wanted more out of your circumstances, but when you ask and ask your spirit guides and higher self and nothing seems to happen on the surface at the end of the day, that can really wreck confidence over time. You'd hear things like "maybe it's just not meant for you," to which you'd respond, "then what is?" You're about to gain a lot more clarity as to what is for you, and that no matter what your doubts say, pile 2, you deserve this!

That belief is very important--it keeps you from creating blind spots where opportunities lie. I felt relief pulling the King of Pentacles in the middle. The King does not think at all about what he deserves, he simply has it. He listened to that one random shampoo commercial's message "because you're worth it, baby" and stuck to that philosophy for the rest of his life. He needed this confidence because with Pentacles (and as hinted by your Turtle Creek card), success doesn't happen overnight. Sometimes it can be hard to tell if something is going to work out in the long run. We often have to wave our hair around like supermodels and strut our stuff as though we know it will anyway. (I just got "Good As Hell" by Lizzo in my head. You might benefit from pampering yourself a little to remind yourself of your worthiness.)

There's going to be a moment of inspiration that comes to you this harvest, like an artistic idea or emotional epiphany that will flood through your slow moving creek. Page of Cups doesn't see you as really stuck, but will help push you along either way. Your lack mentality is being restored to a fullness mentality, and with this comes a strong wave of emotional resolution. Letting yourself feel the hurt of lack for just a moment in time can help you clear it out of your system to make room for healthier and better feelings that actually stick. You're allowed to set down your doubts for now and be more vulnerable and open to giving and receiving. It may not seem so, but vulnerability is important to creating flow, and flow is when we sense that we are moving with life and not against it, so that naturally things will work out for us. When you're ready to open your doors to life with softness and tender affection, so will the doors to what you've been dreaming of.

Pile 3

Cards: VII Chariot, Queen of Swords, Ten of Cups; Cottage Hill, Watermelon - Fun, Sagittarius Rising - Adventure, 9 - Self Acceptance

Before I flipped over your cards, I looked at the Cottage Hill card and imagined how cozy you've been for the last while, maybe a season or two where you stayed home and felt comfortable. I even channeled a feeling of enjoying old familiar songs and games. Then I turned the cards around and got the exact opposite message!

Your cards are nudging towards pushing yourself out there and taking in the goodness of life without getting muddled in the details. You've been in a state of analysis (paralysis?) for some time, and the only thing you're harvesting, whether you like it or not, is the chance to go out and enjoy yourself. It doesn't have to involve others, it can be just you looking to try something new (maybe rock climbing isn't in your taste, but there are many other things to explore). Forgive me for saying this, but we all know what dried plums are: prunes. And what do prunes help with? Of course, getting things going! The Chariot isn't always a card of traveling, but you are specifically having your travel experiences sweetened this time around. A dash of spontaneity and whimsy has been added to your harvest. There is stuff out there waiting for you to see it and experience it for yourself.

Please don't think that this time to run around and enjoy yourself is a waste of time, pile 3. Do you know how hard it is to want to move ahead when you have 6-8 planets in retrograde? Cut yourself a bit of slack. Being a successful human being doesn't mean never allowing yourself to feel content with the present, especially since for many people being successful means exactly that. You also never know what these greater experiences could bring you in the long run. A good time spent away can be like a shower that prepares you for the next big thing to tackle. It could be hiding blessings in between, waiting for you to seize them.

The Queen is Swords approaches everything with discernment, so you can work with her energy by finding out what sort of thing you would like to do or see next. It doesn't mean planning every single thing out. The best itineraries keep you from getting lost from point A to point B, while also leaving room for exploration. Maybe you'd be interested in joining a computer programming class, for example. It doesn't mean you have to sign up for the full major. Taking things a step at a time can really help you determine what's better for you further down the road. Self-Acceptance card talks about how to deal with our tendency to self-contradict. There's a part of you what wants to move ahead, and part of you that wants to stay put in the comfort zone. Plan out your "itinerary" so you're not caught in black-and-white thinking. If you're feeling the resistance to move, just try it a little at a time. You'll have a lot more fun this way.

This reading has not been evaluated by the FDA to diagnose, prevent, treat, or cure any disease or infection. Please ask your physician before going online.

2023, @VitaminseeTarot ™

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g1rlysh1tp0st1ng · 10 months

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low calorie meals and snacks for y’all <3

breakfast: (normally i skip, but when i don’t this is one of the most fulfilling)

one egg, scrambled, no milk 🍳 106 cals

6 sliced strawberries 🍓 35 cals

total cals = 141 cals

for me this is such a filling meal!!! the egg provides some protein that helps you stay full for longer. i lightly salt and pepper my egg for a little extra flavor. i also slice the strawberries very small so that it takes me longer to eat them.

lunch: (lunch is my favorite meal because i always get to choose what im having)

3 cups of raw spinach 🥬 21 cals

3 oz of chicken, grilled (seasoned) 🐓 128 cals

1/4 cup of shredded carrots 🥕 20 cals

squeeze of lemon 🍋 0 cals

toss as a scrumptious salad. im a picky eater so this is how i eat my salads and it is so so yummy! season your chicken with a small bit of cajun seasoning to make it really flavorful. sometimes if i am in need of a crunch i will crush up a ritz cracker and toss with it.

total cals = 159 cals

dinner:

one slice of keto bread 🍞 35 cals

5 pieces of thin sliced turkey 🦃 62 cals

one slice of tomato 🍅 ~ 3-13 cals

6 slices of cucumber 🥒 5 cals

one cup of white cheddar popcorn 🍿 70 cals

total cals = 175 to 185 cals

assemble the bread, turkey, tomato, and cucumber into a sandwich. i use great value smoked turkey breast, lewis 35 white bread, and smart food popcorn.

hope you guys enjoy if you try these out!!!

peace and love friends 🫶

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cali-kabi · 11 months

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Pink Lemonade, Caramel Strawberry, Blue Ramune Kirby and Elfilin 💖💙🍓🍧

I had so much fun designing this one, I love adding in Elfilin and the Star candies as well :) Got inspired by one of the new items/drinks from Kirby’s Cafe for the shaved ice :D🍧🍡at the moment right now I am working on some of the last pages of chapter 1 of my Kirby AU yep it’s almost finished <3 then I’ll upload a few of chapter 2’s pages afterwards ^w^ I’m not sure if anyones interested cuz it’s gonna be about my Kirby fairy oc Aria ;w;, ah idk why I’m always overthinking stuff🥲 also Magolor and Taranza are both gonna appear in chapter 2 talking/interacting with Tiff and co. etc since I said the first time I posted about my au story. Magolor’s and Taranza’s story events already happened after Galacta Knight arrived here (chapter 1) ^^ I hope y’all like this ;w;💕💖

#kirby #my art #kirby and the forgotten land #elfilin #kirby fanart #kirby cafe #sydney’s art #digital art #kirby super star #hoshi no kirby #kirbys return to dreamland #ice cream

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worseforwords · 1 year

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The Strawberry Song - Part 3 (Alessia Russo x Reader)

I recommend you read the other parts first, you can find them here: Part 1, Part 2

Also, at some point during this part the reader will sing the song again. It might be nice to listen to it again or read the full lyrics, which you can both find in part 2!

You were woken up by the sound of your alarm, letting you know that you had in fact slept. Even if it was just for a few hours, sleep had been scarce this week, so you were happy with any snippet of slumber you could get. Like most previous mornings, you immediately reached out for your phone to check your notifications. Unlike those other mornings, the person who had occupied your mind all week had actually messaged you.

Lessi 🍓: Bench, noon

Your heart rate immediately accelerated upon reading the message. Even though it was rather short and cold, it told you just what you wanted to hear: she still wanted to meet up with you. You got out of bed and turned on some music in the bathroom before dancing in the shower, nearly slipping on the wet floor twice.

One of the things that had occupied your mind all week, was how to organise the perfect date to reignite the flame between the two of you. However, you were unsure whether there would be a date at all, so you hadn’t really prepared anything. The word “bench” in her text told you exactly where she wanted to meet you, and given the location, a park, you figured a picnic would be nice. You spent the morning going grocery shopping, to buy food for said picnic, and you filled your bag with fresh bread, a homemade salad and, obliviously, strawberries. You also managed to print out a movie schedule and wrote down some restaurant options on the back. Fully prepared and satisfied with yourself, you left the house with a wide grin on your face.

When you arrived at the park, you went straight to the all too familiar bench below a large willow tree. With long, graceful willow branches draping, gently grazing the ground, creating a round canopy above the bench with an opening at the front, this was the perfect spot for any romantic occasion, and it had been for many of your previous dates. As you sat yourself down on the bench, you couldn’t help but reminisce about some of those moments.

At your first date you had taken her out to a nice café, and you decided to take a walk afterwards as you weren’t nearly finished talking. You ended up on the willow bench, continuing to talk for at least an hour. Even though you were both still very awkward back then, you completely lost track of time, and both of you ended up having to leave in a hurry, agreeing to meet again soon to finish your conversations.

The second time on the bench, was on your third date. You had taken Alessia to a lovely looking restaurant, which you left as soon as you could because the waiter kept flirting with her, making her incredibly uncomfortable. Most other restaurant were full at that time, as it was a Friday night, so you ended up getting take out from a new falafel place and eating it on the bench. Even though that date didn’t go as planned at all, in hindsight it was one of your favourites. The food wasn’t very good, but you ended up throwing fries at each other trying to catch them with your mouths and you attempted doing keepy-uppies together with the falafel balls, which of course she had the upper hand in, but both of you had a good laugh at you miserable failure. When it started getting colder you snuggled up on the bench. You gathered some courage, looked up at her and asked if you could kiss her, before sharing your first sober kiss. It was that day you truly fell for her.

The third time on the bench was during date number five, which had been somewhat more casual. When you once again sat on the bench under the willow tree however, you pulled out your phone and headphones, to play a personalised playlist you made for the both of you. “These are all songs that remind me of you, and us, so far. I added 10 songs for now, but I plan on adding many more for our future memories.” She blushed as the both of you enjoyed the music you had picked out in silence.

The fourth time on the bench was after date number six. This time, she had taken the lead, taking you out to her favourite Italian place in town. You ended up at the bench again and it was then and there that she asked you to be her girlfriend, to which you immediately said yes, without any hesitation.

And now here you were, sitting on a bench varnished with beautiful memories, hoping that what was about to take place wouldn’t become the memory to ruin them all. You were rummaging through your bag in search of your phone, when you felt a hand on your shoulder, and as you looked up you were met with the same pair of eyes that stood out in every single one of the memories had just occupied your mind. “Hi.” You said softly. “Hi.” Alessia replied. You stood up to hug her, but soon hesitated, wondering whether she would be okay with that. She looked at you questioningly. You decided to just hold out your hand. “Oh, come here.” She said as she pulled you in for a hug. It was short and kind of awkward, but still, there was a hug, and you briefly got to touch her again.

You sat back down and so did she, leaving a distinct gap between the two of you. You didn’t really know what to say, as you were kind of expecting her to start talking, but when she didn’t immediately speak you reached for your backpack to show her the food you brought for the picnic. “Y/N, wait.” She suddenly said, reaching her arm across your bag before you could open it. “I think we should talk first.” “Right.” You said as you put your bag back down. You waited for a bit, but again, she didn’t speak, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. “Less, I have to ask, did Ella change your mind about this?” You asked, gesturing at the both of you. “You know, us?” Alessia sighed audibly, as she took a while to compose her thoughts on the matter.

“Okay first of all, sorry about Ella, she’s just being protective.” She finally said. “I get it, she should be.” You answered, looking at your shoes, knowing you couldn’t look her in the eyes with the guilt you felt. “Second,” she continued steadfast, “I can make my own decisions you know.” She looked straight ahead as the wind blew some of the hairs that had fled her ponytail across her face. “Right, of course, sorry. I just thought, since you ignored me all week-” “And that brings me to my third point, remember when I said I wanted to take things slow?” You stayed silent as you realised you didn’t respect her wishes at all this past week, constantly trying to contact her. “That means we can’t just go back to texting every day like nothing happened. I meant what I said, we can slowly start meeting up again and see where it goes, but I don’t just want to jump back into old routines, Y/N.” It was now your turn to gather your thoughts. “I’m sorry Less, you’re right. How about I let you take the lead from now on? You set the pace, I’ll follow. Okay?” “Okay.”

The rest of the date went by in a heartbeat. It was still awkward at times, but you mostly just caught up on everything you missed in each others lives. She told you silly locker room stories, and about her upcoming matches, as you told her about the new gigs you had planned and a weird fan interaction you experienced the other day. At some point you awkwardly admitted to having planned a picnic and you ended up eating some of the food you brought. “Strawberries, of course.” She chuckled.

It wasn’t a very long date and as promised Alessia took the lead, heading home after about 45 minutes, but not before asking you if you wanted to hang out again next week. “I’d love that, and just to be clear, no texting or calling before then?” You asked. “See, you’re learning already.” She chuckled.

The next few weeks, as promised, you slowly started to see each other again. You did everything in your power to be the best girlfriend in the world, doing everything on her pace, always waiting for her to text, call, ask you out, or initiate anything at all. The furthest you went was asking her if you could plan a date for once, which she thankfully agreed to, but not without a comprehensive list of demands about the duration, location and even something she she called the romance factor.

Nearly two months went by, and you were still going out of your way to do everything right for her, hoping to regain her trust little by little. At times it was exhausting, but you were certain it was for the best, as you were on a mission. Although there were little cues that indicated she wasn’t quite there yet. Like when you had planned a date she would often text or call an hour before to check if you hadn’t forgotten about it. Or when you’d achieve any sort of accomplishment, before even congratulating you she’d ask you whether you’d go out to celebrate, concern often clear in her voice. She even started asking questions about fans at gigs, specifically girls and the attention they’d give you. The latter genuinely offended you, as you never did anything even remotely close to cheating, which she should know.

It also didn’t help that Ella was keeping an eye on you the whole time. After a few weeks and a lot of convincing on Alessia’s part, she actually agreed on being in the same room as you, but that didn’t mean she’d make nice conversation. You mostly tried to ignore her fiery, wary eyes burning holes in your back whenever she stood behind you however, as it was someone else’s trust you were after.

It had been about three months since you had started seeing each other again, when Alessia came to one of your gigs. You decided this was the perfect time to finally make a romantic gesture again. You convinced your band to do an intermezzo of sorts, and after a few songs your band members suddenly left the stage like you told them to do. You leaned forward to speak into your microphone as the crowd looked at you expectantly. “Hi everyone, I’m going to play something slightly different now. This one is for a very special person. You know who you are.” Your eyes scanned the relatively small crowd to find Alessia, taking just a little too long before you finally noticed her curious eyes somewhere in the crowd. You smiled and send her a quick wink, before laying down the first chord, to which a heartfelt smile of recognition appeared on Alessia’s face.

Night skies, dark and stormy Soft cries, as you lay before me

Your voice trembled ever so slightly as you sang your first line, never having sung solo for such a crowd before, but you quickly shifted your gaze back to Alessia, making everyone else disappear. You felt every word you sang, melodies carrying your passion through the room.

I vow, to love you like you should be loved

When you got to the last line, you closed your eyes, putting every bit of meaning behind the vow. Your eyes remained closed and you stayed still as you let the sound die out, silently guiding the crowd to do the same. When there was nothing but silence left you opened your eyes again. “Thank you.” The crowd erupted, but you were still completely focussed on one particular face. Alessia was glowing. You did also notice she brought Ella, who now dramatically rolled her eyes at you, but you couldn’t help but notice the corner of her mouth curling up ever so slightly, hiding the small smile on her face.

Apparently, by performing solo you had suddenly gained al lot of interest from fans, as many people wanted to speak with you and take pictures after the show. It was all quite overwhelming, but you were raised to be polite, and so you stayed for a bit before quickly going backstage to find Alessia. “Y/N!” You suddenly heard behind you when you entered the backstage hallway. “Dani! Oh my god, hey!” With everything going on you had completely forgotten that your cousin was in town this week. “Mam, you can’t come back here.” Some security guy called out as he grabbed Danielle by the arm. “No please, it’s okay, she’s with me.” “Oh, sorry about that.” The man said as he let go of your cousin.

“Wow, Y/N, you’ve made it big haven’t you? Security and everything.” Danielle said as you walked her into the backstage area. “Yeah, I guess so.” You chuckled. “Thank you for coming by the way, I hope you liked it.” “It was amazing! You were amazing, Y/N, I am so proud of you.” She said genuinely, making you smile shyly. “So how have you been, how’s life in the states?” Ever since your cousin moved to America about 4 years ago, your contact was limited to transatlantic phone calls, which were difficult to plan due to the time difference, so it was fair to say you had gone out of touch.

“Great. We just bought a house actually.” She answered. “Wow, Dani, that’s amazing!” “Yeah, yeah, whatever, I want to hear more about this special person you were talking about on stage!” She quickly exclaimed. You rolled your eyes, but you knew she wasn’t just going to drop this. “All right, so there’s this girl.” You started, sitting down on a hallway bench, tapping the empty spot next to you. “Her name is Alessia, she is the kindest person in the world and she is breathtakingly beautiful.” You couldn’t help but smile as you talked about her. Dani sat herself down next to you. “Wow, Y/N/N, you’re head over heals in love with this girl, aren’t you?” Dani said as she teasingly poked your sides, making you giggle and blush.

When she stopped your smile quickly turned into a small frown, as you remembered your current situation. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Dani asked. You and her used to be inseparable when you were younger, getting through childhood and puberty together, always side by side. So even though you didn’t talk much these days, she knew you through and through and she immediately noticed something was off. You sighed before talking her through your current situation. When you were done she pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” “Sorry for what?” You asked, slightly confused. “Sorry for what I’m about to say.” She said, swallowing hard before she continued. “I’m going to be real with you Y/N/N, this situation is not healthy. I get that you made a mistake, and that you feel that you have no say in all of this because of it, but it sounds like there is no room for you to breathe in this relationship. It seems to me like hardly any progress has been made so far. I can tell that you love her Y/N, and I get wanting to fight for her, but what’s the use of fighting if there’s no prospect of ever winning.” She blurted out, taking you aback. “No, no there’s definitely progress, I- I think.” You sputtered out. “I- she- we just need more time, I promise.” She looked at you with a pitiful expression as you tried to brush off her words. “I erm- I have to go, I’m sorry. Good night Dani. I’ll see you soon okay?” You didn’t let her answer as you speed walked towards the exit.

As you stood outside in the cold air, you finally fully processed what Danielle had just expressed to you. Could she be right? Were you fighting a hopeless fight? You took out your phone to check the time and you noticed a text from Alessia, telling you she went home about fifteen minutes ago. “Shit.” You sighed, as you quickly left the venue to drive to her place.

It took a while for her to answer, but she eventually let you into her house. It wasn’t a warm welcome either, as she acted cold and distant. “So I take it you didn’t like me playing your song?” You asked, with a slight tone of sarcasm. Alessia didn’t answer, instead just staring at a wall as she stiffly sat on her couch. “I’m sorry Less, I really thought I could make a small gesture by now, but that’s my bad, from now on I’ll refrain from taking any initiative at all.” You tried to be sincere but there was audible resentment in your voice. “No, Y/N, that’s not what this is about.” She muttered, still not looking at you. “Then what is it? Did I make you wait for too long? I’m sorry for having other people to talk to Less. I am really trying here, so so hard, trying to do everything perfectly for you.” You said now standing in front of her, causing her to look up at you.

“Who is she?” She asked out of nowhere. “Who is who?” “That girl you were talking to backstage. Ella saw you two flirting, getting all touchy.” You couldn’t believe her and you felt a fire inside you ignite at the accusatory question. “You still don’t trust me one bit do you?” You raised your voice in astonishment. “Well how can I if I find out you’re flirting with some random groupie at your concert?” “Oh my god Less, I wasn’t-” “Oh shut it,” she interrupted you, “she saw you, I knew you hadn’t changed.” “Excuse me?” You exclaimed, flabbergasted, to which she just scoffed. “That was my cousin, and last time I checked, I’m not from Alabama nor are we in Game of Thrones.” You said, frantically pacing the room. “Oh.” She said, suddenly staring at the floor. “Sorry, that’s my bad.” It was your turn to scoff now.

“It’s just that Ella said-” “Less,” you interrupted her, “it’s been three months. Are you ever going to trust me again?” You seemed to have startled her with that question as she kept her gaze on the floor. You dropped to you knees, kneeling before her to force her to look at you, as you really wanted an answer this time. “I- I really want to, Y/N, but I am honestly not sure.” She finally blurted out. “Are you really not sure, or just in denial?” You asked coldly, to which she threw her hands in the air. “You’re putting me on the spot here Y/N, I don’t know what to say.” She said desperately.

“We can’t keep going like this, it’s not healthy. I get it, I fucked up, I told you I’d do anything to fix it, but this isn’t fixing it, is it? Me running after you like some obedient puppy, waiting for you to give me any sign that I’m good enough. I can’t keep doing that, not if nothing changes.” You finally let out, tears welling up in your eyes. She dropped her head in her hands. “Y/N, I’m sorry, I just need more time.” She muttered from inside her hands. “I need to know there’s at least some progress, that we’re on the right track.” You said, still trying to get an answer out of her, but she remained quiet. “But there isn’t any, is there? We’re just running in circles at this point. Tell me right now that this is going somewhere Less.” You said, grabbing her hands away from her face, forcing her to look at you again. The sight was brutal, she clearly had been sobbing underneath the hands that were covering her face.

“I- I don’t know what to tell you Y/N/N.” She said quietly, followed by a silence in which both of you shared regretful expressions, tears streaming down your faces as you looked into each others eyes. “It’s okay Less, I get it, trust is hard to repair. If anything, I am to blame for breaking it in the first place. So it’s okay, really. It’s not your fault.” You said, still holding on to her hands. “What are you saying?” She said, a defeated look on her face. “Goodbye, Alessia. Thank you for everything, and again, I am really sorry.” You pulled her into a tight embrace as tears still streamed down your face.

As you got into your car you texted Danielle to come over, and when you arrived at your place, she was already there waiting for you. “Y/N what happened?” She asked as you dragged your body inside, almost collapsing on the doormat. “Oh Y/N/N, it’s okay, come here.” She softly grabbed your wrist and she laid you down on the couch, she herself laying down behind you holding you in a tight embrace as you started sobbing uncontrollably. You wanted to rip your heart out of your chest as you felt lighting bolts of sorrow repeatedly strike it with a crushing ache. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Dani whispered from behind you, softly caressing your hair. “I’ve got you, Y/N.”

“I’ve got you.”

#alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo imagine #lionesses #lionesses x reader #muwfc x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso x reader #engwnt x reader

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Bestie! Can I please have number 4 from the steamy prompts for your valentine's day drabbles? I'm thinking an expansion on or a similar scenario to the thing with the waitress in Dirty Domestic Bliss. Definitely a post-Michael!Corey but you can decide if you want it to be cunningmyers!Corey or a distinct iteration. Thank you, happy Valentine's Day! <3

bestie, thank you for the req !! ahh the way i'm kinda kicking my legs, twirling my hair that you brought up dirty domestic bliss 😈 it's not necessary to read that story first, but this is the (un)official sequel. i hope you enjoy because this spiralled !! 💗

WARNING for corey x f!reader, smut, flirting, a tiny little bit of angst because i couldn't resist, and the fact this is technically set in the cunningmyers au (but michael only makes an appearance emotionally lol). 2.5K word count.

🍓very cute divider by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more 🍓

taglist: @ethanhoewke @voxmortuus (just let me know if you want to be added or removed !!)

You finish wiping down the counter after a very, very busy night. Valentine's day always brings in more customers, even to the roadside diner you have no hope of leaving anytime soon.

You're on shift for the next four hours alone, but you're thankful that it should be a quieter from now on, with most couples heading back home to relieve their babysitters or to make the most of the rest of their night in the comfort of their own beds. All that remain are stragglers and harmless ne'er-do-wells who have nowhere better to be at this hour.

Around 1 am, you hear the bell over the door jingle and you look up from the counter to see a young man walking in.

If anyone saw the intensity of your doubletake, you would have been mortified.

He sits at a booth towards the back of the diner, but in clear view of the door. He's polite when you go over to take his extensive order -- a coffee with creamer and sugar, a club sandwich, side of fries, a plate of bacon and eggs, with hash browns if you have any -- and thanks you earnestly when you bring out his food.

He keeps to himself, and you'd almost be able to forget he was there while you served the couple of other patrons, if it weren't for how striking he was. Dark hair, tousled but naturally curly, and even darker eyes. Eyes that look almost black even under the harsh halogen lights. He holds his cutlery tightly with broad, bruised hands.

He ate like he was starving; you'd seen plenty of men with eyes bigger than their stomachs, but he seemingly wasn't one of them. All of his plates are cleaned when you take them back to the kitchen.

The reserved atmosphere between you makes you question if this is really the same guy. He has to be, right? The possibility of someone else like him was slim to none, with his curly hair that you desperately want to pull on again, his broad, handsome features that you could stare at forever and never get bored of, and his Levi's jeans that hug him in all the right places.

Returning to his table, you ask, "Can I tempt you with dessert?"

"I think you can. What would you recommend?"

"The cheesecake is my favourite, but I'm biased because I make the strawberry drizzle for it." You lean your hip against his table,

"Strawberry? I normally pick chocolate."

"We have a great chocolate cake too?" you suggest instead.

"No, let's try strawberry. I'll have a slice of cheesecake, please."

"Sure thing," you smile. When you turn back to the counter, you glance over your shoulder, catch him watching you. The sway of your hips is unintentional, should anyone ask.

You draw a few love hearts in strawberry sauce around the edge of the plate. There's something wrong with me, you think, but you don't get a new plate.

He turns the plate slowly once you put it down in front of him, considers each strawberry heart. Then his eyes turn up to you, and it's almost like those strawberry hearts are reflected in his dark, dangerous eyes. "Would you sit with me? Please?"

"I'm working," you smile, but still you linger at his table, waiting for him to convince you.

"I'm sure they won't mind," he says, nodding towards the other weary patrons, nursing steaming coffees, filling in crosswords with blotchy pens, or reading the sports pages.

No one gave you a second glance as you slid into the booth across from him.

You watch while he eats, his pretty pink lips closing around each bite. There's a comfortable silence between one, one that you could get entirely used to, if given the chance.

"It's nice to see you again," he smiles around the food in his mouth. You'd rather get used to his voice though.

Breaking into a grin, "I thought it was you!"

"I've been thinking about you," he half-drawls "Every day since I last saw you."

The last time you saw him was a couple of months ago -- six, maybe? -- sat at what might of been this very same booth. He was just as bruised and timelessly rugged as he is now, and you remembered him being with a another man -- older, more weathered, but rugged in the same sort of way. This guy, your guy, had ordered for the both of them, and seemed relieved to find his companion where he left him after your back alley escapade.

"This is really good," he compliments. "And it's your favourite, right? Have some," He offers you a piece of cheesecake on his fork, smeared with extra strawberry sauce that had dripped down onto the plate.

You open your mouth, lips closing around the fork just where his lips -- his soft, pink lips -- had been, and take the bite from him. You chew slowly. Even without the strawberry sauce you labour over making in the kitchen, the cheesecake really is good.

He watches you closely, and you find that you don't mind at all. He's not like other men, whose stares bore into you because they want to take something from you. No, no he looks at you like he wants you to take something from him.

The palm of his heavy-knuckled hand, the one that isn't still holding his fork, feels rough against your skin when he catches your chin; the pad of his thumb is slightly weathered when he swipes it over the corner of your mouth, catching a stray spot of strawberry drizzle. Pulling his hand back, you watch him -- his eye contact never wavering -- as he sucks his thumb into his mouth, licking it clean.

"When do you get off?" His question catches you off-guard, startling you from your fleeting thoughts of his lips and tongue and hands.

"Um," you try and remember your shift. "4 am." You glance at the clock on the wall and silent curse. Still two hours to go and there's no way he's going to wait for you, why would he? This perfect stranger with his split knuckles and pretty lips and --

"I think you deserve a break, don't you?"

You don't think this is like last time. This won't a quick smoke break endeavour. "I still have --," you're about to gesture at the other customers, but when you turn around, you find the diner empty. You hadn't even noticed them leave, you'd been so caught up with...

Shit. "I don't even know your name."

"Corey," he answers, and his accent swells stronger on his name than you'd noticed during the rest of your conversation.

You give your own name in return, giggling because you can't quite believe any of this is real. Because a beautiful boy walked into your diner and made you fall for him, and you never even thought to tell him your name.

Corey stands from the booth, not quiet as smoothly as you think he might of wanted to because his hip catches on the edge of the table. You're not surprised, he's built like a bull, all broad shoulders, broad hips, broad hands that trailing along the table top as he walks past. Even so, he wanders to the door, flips the open sign to closed and twists the lock.

The backroom is pretty small, the table has been wobbly for as long as you've been working there and no doubt for longer, and you distantly register that you never closed the door behind you, so you have a mostly-clear view into the diner, all the way to the locked front door, but you don't really have time to think about any of that. The only thought your mind can conjure up is please!

Corey is somewhere under your sunshine-yellow skirt, there's a sharp sting at your hip when he snaps the elastic of your panties against your skin, then his teeth biting so gently at the flesh of your thighs that they could be kisses instead. Desperate to see his face, you pull your skirt up to your waist and moan involuntarily at the sight of him, flushed and focused, between your legs.

His eyes glint impossibly dark, pupils blown wide, and he doesn't stop look at you. Reaching down, you twist your fingers through his tangle of curls, making him moan into your heat.

When he kisses you, he tastes just like you remembered, like cigarettes and something distinctly boyish, but now he has the sweetness of strawberries on his lips, like chapstick, and on his tongue there's the heady taste of your own arousal.

Corey's cock is pretty and pink just like the rest of him. (How can even his cock be pretty?) Grazing your entrance slowly, you angle your hips to encourage him, tightening your legs around his hips to pull him in.

"Is this okay?" he asks, tip pushing just enough to make you clench on him. His rumbling voice right by your ear makes you shiver, with anticipation, with need, with downright desperation.

"I've been thinking about you too," you say in lieu of any other answer. "Every night since I last saw you. Wanting to see you so bad."

Sinking it your wetness, Corey groans, sounding almost surprised. You clench around him to draw out the sound, louder and longer, until he makes himself pull back out, only so he can thrust back into you. The table rocks beneath you precariously, Corey's thrusts making it shudder an inch across the bubbling lino.

Corey's as good as you expected and even better; he's heavy on top of you, covering your torso with his, until there's nothing between you. His smell all around you, and you hope it seeps into your skin, taints you forever with the smell of the storm that he carries with him. His lips pressing wet open-mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach, along the soft line of your jaw and scattered on your neck, trickling down, down, down as he unbuttons your yellow shirt.

And his pretty cock isn't just for show; heavy inside of you, coated in the wet mess between your legs, hitting just the right spot to make you squirm and clench and rock your hips up against Corey's, his auburnish hair providing the most delicious, burning friction on your clit.

The tinny radio in the main diner is barely audible in the break room over the sounds you both make. Every thrust drawing a breath, or a groan, or a moan. Corey starts low in his throat, a rasp of a groan always on his lips, until he gets closer, and high little breaths spill out of him like he's going to cry if he doesn't finish right now.

You pull up your panties and catch Corey following your hands along your curves. He seems... cuter, somehow. Before he was a powerhouse of confidence, every bit the All-American rogue you daydream about walking through your diner doors. But now he's more modest; bashful as he tucks himself away.

The shift in personality brings your confidence back, and as the endorphins hums pleasantly under your skin, you feel like you did back then; taking a chance on hoping a pretty boy might make out you by the dumpsters.

You smile slyly at him as you straighten out your uniform, lip caught between your teeth. There's a string of hickies around your collar, you can feel them already. You want to poke and prod at them to stop them fading.

"I gotta go," he mumbles, doing up his fly and buckling his tarnished-silver belt buckle.

There's a long pause between the two of you. Uncertainty.

"Sure," you say. You chew your lip as you head back out to the diner, with Corey following behind. "So, um... will I see you around again?"

Corey shrugs, seeming genuinely unsure, "Maybe, maybe not. We might have to leave soon or... I'll see."

You decide not to push him on it, and there's too many reasons, too many different situations and scenarios for you to even start speculating on what might make him so skittish about sticking around. The thought forces an ache through your chest anyway.

"Well," you force a smile. "Whenever you come back, I'll be here waiting with a slice of cheesecake for you."

His smile lights up his whole face, tugging up one corner of his mouth and then the other in a dimpled grin.

Corey pays in cash and another kiss, before walking out of your life as if he didn't just ruin it.

You could recognise him anywhere. Anywhere, any place, any time. You'd recognise Corey by the sound of his boots on the lino, or by the smell of his cigarette breath, by the accent that cradles his words, or by the bruises that paint storms across his sunset skin.

He walks through the door, bell jingling cheerily at his arrival, and sits at a booth towards the back of the diner, shrugging his leather jacket off.

It'd be embarrassing how much his reappearance disarms you, if your mind could think of anything other than how you need to keep your promise.

There's a plate in your hand, a slice of cheesecake covered in strawberry drizzle sits pretty in the centre. You hardly remember crossing the diner; Corey's dark eyes watch the way your sunshine-yellow uniform hugs your hips as you walk.

Sliding into his booth, you place the cheesecake in front of him and press a fork into his scarred palm.

Pretty pink lips pull up into a broad grin that he almost bites back before giving in; his smile is glorious on his bruised face. His knuckles are split. His throat is ringed with yellowing bruises that shift when he swallows.

Your hand finds his on the table top. "Welcome back."

He eats slowly, even though you can tell he's hungry. After this, you'll fix him all the food he wants, plates upon plates of it until you're sure he's happy and well-fed.

"You in town for long?" This time, goes unsaid.

Corey's smile falters, his dark eyes reminding you that you probably can't even begin to imagine what it is he does, and where he goes and how he lives his life outside of the witching hours you spend with him in your diner.

"Yeah," he says, boyish smile returning. "I think I am."

on the topic of restaurant sex, you should also read [warnings apply]:

good boy by ghost (@/ghostwriterforghosts). corey and reader go out for dinner and he is very, very fun to tease.

#corey cunningham x reader #💗💌 corey's love letters 💌💗#take a shot every time i mention his lips (the prettiest softest pinkest lips in the world) 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗#or when i describe him as broad 💗💗💗💗💗💗#also listen we all have to agree to suspend our disbelief for the next 2000 words. reader is a perfectly capable waitress *and* chef #and shift buddies don't exist in this universe. neither does cctv 😎😈#corey will never go hungry on my watch and that is a bona fide anna promise #cunningmyers #<< arguably. if you want to interpret it that way #maybe that's where corey has to run off to after your break room tryst. back to michael like always.#if anyone wants to know where i think michael is at the end?? ask box is always open babyyyyyy

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accio-victuuri · 1 year

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LRLG CPN : 1/23/2023 Contribution 🎉

The first piece for this year, just in time for the lunar new year celebration. as with all the other lrlg, this may be hard to understand because it’s only random incidents. most of these are speculations from our part, and it’s really just nice to read as a turtle. true or not. it’s all cpn anyway.

꘎♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡꘎

It starts with a conversation between the boys and staff, with GG saying the others got there earlier. the more important bits tho are the following pieces:

"Those few are doing publicity in the company and summarizing at the end of the year"

"It's only been a week since the entire outline, and the content hasn't been filled in yet. Don't you worry?"

"Then I guess your summary this year is another set of templates."

GG: "Well, just pay attention to the wording"

GG: "Movies and TV dramas still need to be separated. Last year, all of them were waiting to be broadcast. Wait for me to talk to him in private” (announcement of working overtime in the company)

WYB: (still out of the situation) What did you say?

GG: It’s useless to tell you

This could be pertaining to yibo-official’s year end post which had a round up of all Bobo’s works. I love this cause it shows how they talk about career related things — even the simple stuff can come up in conversation. and it’s not like we need any more example of how their studios work together. it’s one of the strongest cpns out there, the similarities in their studios’ content.

Plus I like how one of GG’s love language to Yibo is consulting on things like that for him. It’s not because Bobo doesn’t care, but he does not have that sense of being hands-on like GG. ( Bobo is a perfectionist in his acting/dancing/singing but not so much with his social media presence — he doesn’t even post much. that’s what his team is for, to do the social media side for him ) It’s the artist in him ( GG ) and his knowledge in visual media / branding etc that probably makes him more attuned in what is out there representing him and Yibo. He cares so much about every detail when it comes to Bobo, everything will be perfect and up to standard as long as he has a say on it.

Then there is a whole conversation again between them and their staff. It’s pretty chill and feels like the usual atmosphere when both of the employees come together. Turtles really went back to 2018 with this exchange tho :

WYB: "Nonsense, how many noodles can you eat?"

GG: 👊

WYB: "If you can't say it, just hit it"

GG: 👊👊👊

WYB: “Maybe you can eat two extra sticks after eating noodles”

Staff : "Is this the level we talk about?"

GG: "He's idle"

WYB: "Drink the soup when it is salty"

GG: 😒

Bobo is still coaxing GG to eat more!!!! 😂

The next 2 paragraphs of text are all in GREEN, which means it is all Yibo. Lol. Does he really talk that loudly on the phone? Or maybe this contributor sits close to Bobo. Anyway, read along and see how sweet he is. He really checks up on ZZ and look at that bit about his mom wanting ZZ to come back. and he cooks noodles now? he is bored when he’s not with ZZ? I cannot with them.

( thinking of this cute bobo while reading 🥺🥺🥺 )

"Didn't you go to bed early last night?"

"Then what's going on here?"

"I asked Miss X to buy it and send it to you"

"The humidifiers will arrive tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and there are two”

"When are you coming back"

"xx asked when you will come back for dinner"

"If you don't come back, I have to go by myself. It's boring."

"I have a companion, I won't go by myself"

"Not sure when you will come back

"I'll cook noodles for you"

“Get out of the car and eat noodles”

"Mom said you come back and let me cook noodles for you"

Then you have an exchange where Mister Wang is buying strawberries. 🍓🍓🍓 Look at him making everyone feel like they have to have a higher standard when it comes to romance. Wherever he goes, he thinks of what he can get the love of his life. He really spoils him.

WYB (eating strawberries): very sweet

Staff C: You get what you pay for

WYB: Then buy six boxes (give it to him) and send it away

Staff A: You are more sour than strawberries

WYB: If you want something sweet, ask your partner to buy it for you

Staff A: Do you think all men in the world are the same (like him)? Can you still think about giving your daughter-in-law a taste of strawberry sweetness before buying it? Totally impossible.

Worker C: (my wife) She doesn’t eat it, she said it’s just right to eat in summer, but it’s too cold in winter

Staff C (awakened by Mr. Wang, the master of love): Then I will also buy two boxes for (my wife) and send them back.

WYB : Whatever you want to eat, you can follow Brother X (staff C) and come back together

Staff member C: I’m afraid I’ll move the store to you,

WYB : See if there’s any little tomatoes .

Staff member B: I’ve gone to take photos and send them to the group Here, see what else you want.

The last bit is the two of them bickering like an old married couple even if the subject is work. which is their default. you are both so lucky to have each other. ♥️💚

WYB: "Here I want red"

GG: "Green attracts money, wyb"

WYB: "You and I won't be because I am making money"

GG: "What do you mean me and you, what do you mean me and you"

WYB: "Then you asked me to follow you because I am making money?"

GG: "Look at how shameless he is"

GG: "You think you're a lucky cat"

WYB: "Lucky Bull"

GG: "Lucky Dog and Lucky Cow"

GG: "Should I say it or not, you are really lucky"

WYB: "Here you go"

GG: "It's awesome"

WYB: "Ah"

GG: "You better be

WYB: "☺️"

AND THAT’S IT! 🤍

Note: If I “missed” something that jumped out for you in this LRLG post then feel free to reply or reblog and add your thoughts. I don’t purposely leave out certain things, I just add ones that were interesting for me. I say this many many times but it’s impossible to catalogue every single thing that comes out of the fandom. I make posts so I can archive it myself, it’s for my personal use.

#yizhan #bjyx #clowning and cpn bye #there is no science here folks im just clowning like i always do

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jluver · 5 months

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𓏲 ˖. 𓂃 🍰 ♡ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝑨𝐖𝐁𝑬𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝑶𝐑𝐓𝐂𝑨𝐊𝑬 !

𖢷 ۪ ࣪ ﹙☆﹚ JAY needs to prove to his parents that he is not that same reckless boy he was before. OLIVIA needs help to keep her loved bakery in business. So, when their paths cross, it’s like the gods are calling for them to do the only, extremely mature solution to both of their problems: a fake dating agreement. Let’s just hope that no one decides to look deeper into this rabbit hole, because that would be a huge problem, wouldn’t it?

︵͡ ⁺ ᰍ̠ 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘𝗦 -> smau + written. fake dating. streamer/influencer au. strangers to lovers. kinda idiots to lovers. humor. slow-burn(ish).

ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ 𝗣𝗔𝗶𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 -> streamer!jay park x baker!olivia jeong (fem!oc)

ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧. -> enhypen. stayc’s seeun. ive’s yujin. and more !

ׂ ۪ ˒୭ 𝗚𝗘𝗡. 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗶𝗡𝗚𝗦 -> stayc’s isa is used as olivia’s main face claim. two (2) edits / manips of isa and jay together are used in the layouts and one (1) is used in the story. eventual smut (possibly). kms / kys jokes. more to be add as the story proceeds. each chapter will have its own warnings when needed.

⋆˙⟡♡ 𝗗𝗶𝗦𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗶𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗦 … this story is for entertainment purposes only. none of the people mentioned here is portrayed accurately to how they are in real life, nor does the events mentioned here have any ties to the real world. i do not condone the shipping of real people, neither do i ship any idols. none of the photos used belong to me, they are all taken from pinterest.

💭₊˚ෆ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 -> i was honestly gonna give up on this one but my psychiatrist told me it would be good to try and finish a story “under the public eye” so, here it is. don’t expect much from me. this is for you dr. rohde!!!!

𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦 -> on going!

♡𓂃 started: 10/12/23 ▀▀▀▀▀ finished: 00/00/00

▍ liv #1 stans jay’s antis

▍ kitty’s cakes

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐮 ❪ 𝑎𝑘𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 ❫ 𓈒ᐟ

━━━ 𝟬𝟬𝟭 it’s joever

━━━ 𝟬𝟬𝟮 okay troy bolton

━━━ 𝟬𝟬𝟯 met gala for pseudo-celebrities

━━━ 𝟬𝟬𝟰 #hybegalanight 🍓

━━━ 𝟬𝟬𝟱 *shakes hand seductively*

━━━ 𝟬𝟬𝟲 love is in the… screen? 🍓

unpublished chapters may be subject to title change. 🍓 means written/half-written chapters.

strawberry shortcake © jluver 2023. i do not allow the translation, copying, reposting, or adaptation of any part of the story. please, do not plagiarize my work!

#𓏲 ˖. 𓂃 🍰 ♡ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝑨𝐖𝐁𝑬𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝑶𝐑𝐓𝐂𝑨𝐊𝑬 !#k-labels #kflixnet #enhypen #enhypen jay #enhypen jay smau #jay smau #enhypen smau #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fanfic #jay fanfic #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen drabbles

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r0-boat · 1 year

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Photo Shoot

Based off of a certain ask

The first part is just shenanigans you will get your horny later

Cw: breeding mentioned once, implied male lactation

Exhausted your feet dragged your way on the dirt road seeing the farmhouse in the distance you trucked on one day you swear you're going to Hound Holt to get you a bike or something anything to get to the town wasier than just walking back and forth.

You are sick and tired of going all the way to the town just to get your boss a soda for God forbid a 1 lb bag of hell for you to carry back up there. sighing in relief finally reaching the front door only to stop.

Feeling greedy Intent coming from the house.

Uh no...

You open the door to see your Boss with a creepy smile on his face.

" oh you're back I was just thinking about you,"

Oh God... you didn't answer you just took off your shoes and put the bags on the table.

" so lovely farm hand I love so dearly remember that deal with the ad company I made a while back."

"Yeah what of it"

"They accepted our offer to make a photo shoot ad!"

Your discontent immediately disappears Your eyes liting up already seeing the money come in and hopefully a bigger paycheck.

" that's great Boss!"

The man nodded his smile only getting wider honestly looking more and more wolfish.

" all we need now is a model!"

The realization hits you like a ton of bricks...

"NO-"

"$300 extra on your paycheck"

"...."

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Head in your hands you silently Scream the dreaded outfit that Holt picked out for you on the bed. As dignity drains from your body you lower your head in defeat and put on the strawberry cow outfit.

The hybrids watch from afar as the humans set up the stage. Leon is familiar with this setup. He was a show bull, after all. It seems like one of the Bulls on the Farm will be going through its first photo shoot.

Their ears perk when they hear your name.

You stepped out from the back safe horns on top of your head with flowers white and pink splotches with red lace you look like a strawberry the outfit hugged every part of your body. With a little tail dangling from your bum.

Volo had a...worrying look on his face.

Leon was speechless.

Adaman and was turning red.

Emmet was... surprisingly staying calm, his eyes devoid of something...

While ingo was breaking down.

Your eyes just so happen to wander to the Bulls, your face flushing red and pure embarrassment. You look away. The camera girl had you lying on the hay bales. Your gaze met Holt, who was standing on the photographer's left. All he gave you was a cheeky smile and a thumbs up, fucking asshole...

Leon snapped out of his... thoughts, realizing that they were only five out of six bulls... "Where's Milo?"

The question was immediately answered. Emmet's eyes filled with pure Rage as they saw another human bring Milo onto the set. His legs shaking like a newborn deer, his face red, not taking his eyes off you.

Emmet, fat bull cock deep inside of you. Growling and mooing trying to keep the other Bulls away from you as he mates with you. He tries to bully himself as deeply as possible. Making you milk his cock dry, possibly milking him in other ways. He wants nothing more than to empty all of himself inside of you. You'll be a good mate and sing for him.

His brain is swarmed with thoughts. You look like the Perfect Mate if you weren't already. So dolled up just for him. Your lips were kissable, your skin soft and grabbable, and your scent sweet and fruity like strawberries and cream; it made his mouth water.

Despite being the orchestrator of your destruction, you're glad that Holt was here. Being served to them on a silver platter like this you could only imagine what would happen if the bulls had no supervision.

Just to be in Volo's arms next his hand around the neck whispering degrading things about humans and you, as he treats nothing more than a cock sleeve. Trying to wash out Emmet's seed with his. Volo is an ancient breed and he breeds you like one. His Pace wild and uncontrolled while he babbles about humans being nothing but toys for a hybrid's pleasure.

Ingo won't let you up for hours, devour you, your taste making his dick throb. You beg and plead to have your hole milk him. But he doesn't listen. Mind and body devoured by animalistic hunger. Truly addicted at this point, he's not going to be able to be milked without tasting you first. Yes, having you tight and full around him is nice and all, but he just can't bear to bring his mouth from you, so his hand will have to do. Muffling his cries and moos with your sex as his seed spills all over the ground and his hand.

Adaman and would treat you gently, but even that would be an understatement. His hips vigorously bucking against you, his tight, heavy balls slapping against your ass, entirely focused on keeping his speed. His powerful thrusts make you sob and squirm. Which only makes him pound harder. The sight of his mate begging for him, begging for more going straight to his loins.

Leon will show you that he is a good mate, strong and filled with stamina. He was not a Showbull for nothing. He still got it. He'll support you folded in half against his chest, bucking up into you. Nuzzling into your neck, taking in your scent. Whimpering, your nails digging into his arms, marking him as yours. He's not like the other Bulls. He can control himself. He'll go slow for you. Make sure you adjust to all of him before he moves.

Oh, Milo, poor Milo, too shy to enact his true feelings on you. As he stands on the stage while his brain is screaming, "mate, Mate Them. Mate is lusting after mate! must protect!" He sits next to you on the hay bale. The fake horns and ears you are so plush and soft as you lay your head on his lap. He wants to reach his hand down and touch you. He can't stop starting. Milo needs to be yours!

But Holt is watching, no doubt ready to subdue him with his bare hands if he or any of the Bulls steps out of line and lays a hand on you while the photo shoot is making him money... maybe he should call you over later... j-just for a chat... he hopes no other bull has the same idea after this photo shoot, but that is very unlikely. Especially judging by how their eyes lit up when the camerawoman said she'll be back in an hour after lunch.

#smut #cw: breeding mentioned once #bullfarmau #ingo #volo #adaman #emmet #champion leon #pokemon milo #bull boys

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