#quick diets that work

[allenvooreef]

Pros of training your dog with treats: dog is rapidly becoming world's best dog. Bravest, smartest, most polite little angel.

Cons of training your dog with treats: i no longer remember what it's like to not smell dog treats. It's what I breathe, it's what flows through my veins. The World has been reduced to pungent salmon and pork.

[ikemenomegas]

good-ending!kakashi and itachi need to have a little former traumatized geniuses cooking club where they get comfortable with making little "mistakes" and putting imperfect dishes on the table and improvising without needing to explain themselves like it's life or death

[firbolgfriend]

oh man i am loving what you've written so far for sweet feather diet! i'm so excited to see more of the rippling aftereffects of the change discord did, both with fluttershy and im sure others too. take as much time writing as you need of course, i don't want to rush you. but know i'll be eager to read new chapters if or when they come out

Thank you for enjoying it so far, I'm really flattered! I was nervous about even posting any of it, since I've never written a story before, but I'm really relieved to see it's getting a positive reception.

[merrilark]

I'm trying a simple cucumber salad tonight and if it's good, then I might have a little more variety in my usual go-to meals/snacks It's supposed to have sesame oil but since I don't have that I decided to go with honey to keep everything together, red pepper flakes, black pepper, and some soy sauce for flavor. Next time I might throw some garlic or poppy seed in there.

Anyway, it's sitting in the fridge to chill a little bit and I'm excited to try it.

[confines]

hehehe my cousin wants me to come with her to the you pick to pick peas this summer. 😁 i'm so excited.

[drpaulhaider]

Get Rid of Anger in Seconds - Brand New Study 

A New Study From Japan Shows a Way to Get Rid of Anger in Seconds. And  It’s Simple, Anyone Can Do It. No Reason to Hold Onto Anger and Ruin Your Health or Cause Problems at Home or Work. Let’s Stop Ruminating on Anger. Just Follow These Simple Guidelines in the Video and You Can Be Anger Free. Dr. Paul Haider - Award Winning Master Herbalist and Health and Wellness Instructor for 33 Years. Watch Very Short Video. Reference Below. 

[rainy-day-gracie]

--- turn me to ashes

no-outbreak!joel miller x babysitter!reader

summary: Joel catches you with a cigarette.

warning(s): shameless smut, D/s sexual dynamics, power imbalance due to employment (babysitter), implied age gap (reader in her twenties), pre-established relationship (D/s and fwb), consent is sexy MANDATORY, unprotected piv, rough sex, manhandling, spanking as a punishment, impact play (leather belt), fingering, choking, subspace, SWEET SWEET AFTERCARE, able bodied reader, joel can carry reader because he's a big man, dom!joel miller + soft!joel miller, soft cuddles following rough sex just because

wc: 3.2k

a/n: heyyyyyy... how y'all doin'..... can be read on its own, or can be read after taking care !!

diet mountain dew -> take another drag, turn me to ashes

gracie's masterlist

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You didn’t mean for Joel to catch you with the cigarette. 

But delight curled in your stomach when he found you in his backyard, the blowing smoke into the warm night. 

He was pissed. That much was obvious. You didn’t even bother hiding the cigarette behind your back, because his eyes fixated on it between your fingertips. 

In truth, the day had been complete shit. Class after class, roommates causing drama, your other job breathing down your neck, putting on a bright smile for Sarah despite the heaviness of anxiety slung across your shoulders… you were desperate for a reprieve. Desperate for a firm hand. Desperate for a reminder of who you belonged to. 

So, the cigarette. And Joel. 

“What the fuck are you doin’,” he drawled, voice low and warning. You’d never seen him this heated. 

You take another drag leisurely, and give him a shy smile. “Didn’t wanna stink up your house.” “Hm.” Joel stalked towards you, still in his work boots and jeans, his white work shirt stained with dust and grime. He looked tough, and dirty, and you wanted to sink to your knees when he cocked his head. “Wanna tell me what that is?”

You flick some ash into the dirt, bringing the cigarette to your lips for a drag. “I think you’ve seen one before, Joel–”

As quick as a snake, Joel’s rough hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling your chest to his with an assured jerk of your arm. 

The cigarette smoldered between you, poised for your lips, but was held firm by Joel’s grip on you. The anger in his eyes made your chest pang with anticipation, and your stomach curled with bratty defiance.  

“Don’t want to be my smoking buddy?” You asked innocently, batting your eyes at him over the burning stub. You smiled, feeling brash. “What about Tommy?”

His eyes flared, and you smirked, knowing you had him. He’d complained about his brother’s bad habit more than once. 

“Think he’d be my smoking buddy?”

In an instant, Joel grabbed the cigarette from between your fingers, stomping it out in the dirt under his dirty boot. He gripped your arm firmly, and dragged you towards the house. 

You made the mistake of giggling as he pushed you through the back door, the cool air conditioning sending chills down your sweaty skin. 

Joel grunted at your amusement. “Laughin’ hard for a girl about to get her face fucked.”

You turned to face him as you walked backward, making a pouty face. “Are you mad at me? It was just a little cigarette, Mr. Miller–” The hand that wrapped around your throat, pinning you to the nearest wall with a thud, didn’t even register until blood rushed to your head. Desire sparked in your core, and you bit your lip to keep from grinning like an idiot.

“Maybe I should call my brother, let him use you for a bit until you’re beggin’ for me to come save you,” Joel growled, his breath hot in your face. “Let him have his fun before we start callin’ dibs on your holes.”

The vulgar thought sent chills down your spine, arousal blooming in your stomach as the fantasy took root. You nearly whined at his words, at the notion of being between two men such as the Miller brothers. At them sharing you. 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Joel murmured, peering into your eyes for signs of fear. Instead, he found only want. “Lettin’ two men play with you for a while?”

His free hand dug underneath the waistband of your shorts, the swipe of his fingers at your wet core evidence of your wicked desire for him and his brother. 

Joel chuckled, and brought your arousal to his lips, cleaning off his fingers with a satisfied pop!

Letting go of your neck, Joel ducked to your waist, slinging you over his shoulder with one easy lift. 

Bent at the torso, and gripping Joel’s shirt to steady yourself, there wasn’t a lot you could do as he carried you through his home, and up his stairs. 

It was like you were filled with air, the ease at which he carried you. Through his white shirt, his back muscles clenched and tightened, but he hauled you upstairs with the determination of a man on a mission. 

Your core gushed at the rough handling. 

Joel crossed through his doorway with you over his shoulder in moments, throwing you onto the bed unceremoniously. He gripped the waistband of your shorts with both hands, pulling them down with a fierce yank. 

You moaned as the air conditioning hit your bare cunt, and Joel silenced you with a precise slap to your folds. 

Nearly snarling, Joel flipped you onto your stomach, and gripped your hips to bend you at will. At his handling, your ass and pussy were high in the air, and your upper body pressed into his pillows. You shivered at the exposure, feeling his eyes boring into your skin. 

“Tell me to stop if you need, baby,” he said, his voice low. Not seductive, but serious. “Tell me to stop, and I stop. No questions asked. But until then…”

You nodded into his pillow, still held to the bed by his hand. “I’ll tell you to stop, Joel.”

“Good girl,” he praised. 

The spank that came down onto your ass was punishing, and brutal. You yelped at the initial sting, and sighed as the pain dwindled into burning pleasure. 

“I wasn’t gonna punish you for the cigarette, baby.” Another slap stung your skin. “I’ve had a few in my day, why would I punish you for that?” Another slap. “I was gonna give you a few orgasms, take the box from your purse, be all sweet about it.” Another slap. “But you started mouthin’.” 

Joel landed a spank onto your exposed cunt, and you bit down into the cloth of his pillow to keep from crying out in delicious pain. 

“Good girls don’t mouth off, baby, you know that.” Another slap to your ass. “Askin’ after my brother like he could ever make you feel like this.” Another slap. “No, no, mouthy brats that forget their place don’t get sweet orgasms and easy forgiveness.”

Another spank to your cunt had tears dripping from your eyes, and delighted shrieks absorbed by his mattress. “Aw, you cryin’? That’s good.”

Joel shoved two fingers into your soaked, stinging pussy, pulling a long moan from your lips. It was too much, too tight… but that wasn’t for you to decide. 

“You know what happens to brats, baby?” Joel sneered, hooking his fingers against your g-spot. 

You whined at the rough treatment, what you’ve been craving all day. “Pun…ished. Brats–” he twisted his fingers against your spongy core, and you lose all sense of speech. 

Joel chuckled with wicked condescension. “All it takes, huh? God, you’re easy. What happens to brats again?”

You barely managed to breathe a reply. “Brats… get punished.”

Joel laid a spank to your bare ass in response, and you bit down into his pillow to stifle your cries. “Yes, they do. And you’ve been a fuckin’ brat.”

Joel pulls his fingers from you roughly, and anticipation floods you as you hear him fumble around with his belt, pulling it from his denim loops. 

The light hit of the leather to your ass was painless, but had you flinching at the impact. Joel’s words were quiet, knowing you hung onto every word without even asking. 

“This alright, baby? This punishment…”

“Please, Joel,” you breathed, trembling with want. “Please, I need it so bad, need you…”

Joel hummed in acknowledgement. “Gonna give you five. Count each one, or I start over.”

He didn’t wait to see if you heard him. 

The crack of leather across your ass was stinging, and painful, and had your core flooding with need. You whined into his pillow, tears streaming down your cheeks. “One.”

“Good girl.” The belt came down a second time, right on the fleshiest part of your ass. You cried out in pain, and want, and desperation for more. 

“T-two.” The word was moaned. Joel laid two more strikes in quick succession, making you cock your hips higher into the air as your skin became red and sensitive. The odd mix of pain and pleasure had your pussy dripping. 

As tears leaked from your eyes onto the sheets, a light spank of the belt to your exposed cunt had you nearly shrieking. Joel’s voice was heavy with dominance. “How many, baby?”

“Three and four!” Your voice was high-pitched.

“‘Atta girl, takin’ your punishment so well. One more, and I’ll give you my cock, okay?”

Swallowing, you presented your ass to him openly, taking a deep breath. “Okay.”

The last strike was the hardest, and you bit down into the pillow to stifle the near-scream that ripped from your throat at the impact. Still, your cunt was swollen with desire, and you wondered if there was anything you wouldn’t do to get Joel to put his cock–

His tip traced up and down your wet folds, pulling a guttural moan from your lips as the blunt head nudged your neglected clit. 

“Please, please, please–” you babbled, nearly sobbing. 

“I gotcha, baby,” Joel groaned, and flipped you onto your back with a firm hand on your thigh. 

Between your spread legs, Joel tore off his shirt and jeans, and you spied the precum staining his briefs before he took those off, too. His gaze on you was hungry, like he wanted to sink his teeth into your skin. 

Gently, Joel slipped his rough hands beneath your clammy t-shirt, pulling the fabric from you like your skin was fragile as porcelain. It was such a contrast to his rough handling just a few moments ago, where he punished you with the fuzzy line between pain and pleasure. Now, he was sure in his movements, but entirely softened in demeanor despite his aching length.

Your bra came off a moment later, and Joel’s eyes traced your hardened nipples with heat, but made no move to touch them. 

Instead, he held your legs up against your chest as he positioned his cock against your aching cunt, his dark eyes locking onto yours as he sank into your heat. 

A high pitched moan escaped you as you stretched around him, and he moved slowly, giving you time to adjust. He didn’t pull himself back, knowing you could take it. Knowing you needed to take it. 

“Joel,” you whimpered, and he leaned over you, his fingertips brushing hair from your eyes gently. 

“You can take it,” he assured you, sinking deeper as you arched into him. “You take it so well, everything I give you, because you’re so good for me.”

The praise had your cunt fluttering around his cock, and another inch of him found room inside of you. Joel’s groans of pleasure were like music to your ears, his breath warm against your face. 

A haziness filled you, your body feeling as if it were in a dream. Light, and floating, focused solely on the man that bottomed out with a deep moan of your name, accented by a warm Southern drawl. 

You could only whisper his name as he laid his palm against your throat, holding you still as he moved inside of you. 

“So good for me, always so fuckin’ good,” he breathed against your ear, his thumb pressing against the pulse of your neck. He pulled his hips back slowly, and thrusted forward with dominating strength. 

Your head craned back at the force, and Joel found a steady rhythm, deep and hard, like he valued the joining of your bodies more than a speedy orgasm. 

Joel held to your throat firmly, peering into your face as your eyes rolled back into your skull. A dark smirk crossed his lips, and he pinned your head to the side with a nudge under your jaw. 

With your head tilted, and his cock reaching spots inside of you he’d never found before, Joel licked a long stripe up from your collarbone to your ear, just to savor the taste of you on his tongue. 

Your cunt clenched around him, high-pitched sighs leaving your lips, and he chuckled against your skin. “Gonna come, baby? Gotta ask permission.”

“Please, Joel, please, let me come… I need it so badly, please,” you whimpered, keening into his cock stretching you open, into his hand squeezing your throat. 

Joel placed a soft kiss on your cheek, like a sweet lover. “Come.”

With a gush, your cunt clenched his cock desperately, moans escaping your lips freely as your orgasm flooded over you. Any sound seemed muffled, like you were held underwater, and your vision was blinded with pleasure. Distantly, you felt Joel speeding up his thrusts, nailing into your spent cunt selfishly. It stung against your bruised ass, only heightening the sensation of your core pulsing around him. 

Joel held firm to your throat as he came deep within you, warmth blossoming in your lower belly. His groans cut through the fog that the pleasure clouded you with, satisfaction curling in your chest. A satisfaction that you did what he wanted, and he gave you what you needed. 

For several moments, each of you caught your breath, his cock softening inside of you. As he shifted to pull out, you found yourself gasping, holding tight to him. 

Joel studied you as you whined, needy to be close to him. He caressed your face gently, seeing something in your eyes that seemed to unnerve him. 

“Baby, I think you’re in a subspace right now,” Joel reasoned, tracing his thumb across your cheekbone. “I promise, I’ll be right back. Gonna clean you up, get you something to eat. Ain’t nothin’ you gotta do, alright? You’ve been such a good girl.”

You swallowed, the fog in your head clearing a little bit at his praise. “Okay, just… come back, please.”

Joel smiled contentedly. “I will. Promise.”

You grunted with an edge of pain as he pulled out of you, before exhaustion crept in. The week had been a whirlwind, never allowing you to truly register how tired you were until the warmth of Joel’s bed eased you into a state of dozing. 

Vaguely, footsteps against hardwood registered in your haze of exhaustion and… what did Joel call it? Subspace. 

The sound of someone fumbling around in the kitchen made you smile softly, your eyes closed to the cozy bedroom. 

A quiet call of your name roused you from your dozing. 

Joel leaned over you, a sweet grin on his face. On the night stand beside you, a grilled cheese, apple slices, and a glass of water rested, and your stomach grumbled at the sight. 

“Gonna clean you up, now, okay?” Joel said, a damp washcloth in his hand. You nodded, eyes fixed on the sandwich. With a smile, he handed you the grilled cheese and wiped down your inner thighs, sticky with release. 

Mid bite, Joel cleaned up your sore cunt, making you wince slightly. He paused, letting you swallow the food before continuing. You let out a soft moan at the care, the attention, the fog clearing little by little. 

Joel kissed you on the lips as he finished wiping you down, and you swallowed the last bite of the sandwich. Each of your limbs was nearly limp, pliant to his touch. 

“You gotta go to the bathroom, baby,” Joel insisted, wrapping his arms underneath your waist and legs, lifting you like you weighed nothing. You giggled as he carried you, though you weren’t sure of why. The warmth of his chest was comforting, the closeness of his body against yours. 

He set you gingerly down onto the toilet seat, knowing your ass was tender from his punishment. You groaned lowly, and his brows furrowed. You held to his hand as you did your business, and he knelt beside you as he waited. 

“You don’t have to stay in here, Joel,” you whispered, though leaving was the last thing you wanted him to do. 

His coffee brown eyes were kind, and crinkled as he shook his head. “Right now, all I wanna do is be here with you, baby.”

“In the bathroom as I pee?” you asked, giggling quietly. 

“Absolutely, pretty girl. Who else is gonna bring you back to bed?” Joel replied, his thumb pinching your chin playfully. 

You looked down, heat rising to your cheeks. You weren’t sure why you suddenly felt shy, considering he knew you better than anyone, inside and out… literally. 

Something else occured to you. Your giggy grin, the fog over your sense, the need to be close to him... “Joel, that word you said… subspace?”

Joel’s face fell slightly, but he nodded. His eyes were wholly fixed on you, attentive to every twitch and glance. 

“What… what is it?” you asked, feeling a little foolish. 

Joel cleared his throat. “I’ll get you back to bed, and then I’ll tell you about it, okay?”

You nodded, finishing your business. Joel scooped you up with a kiss to your forehead, tucking you back into his blankets. His hands were careful, precise, like he was handling something precious. He even handfed you a few apple slices, and made you drink the whole glass of water with a little coaxing. The fog clouding your mind dissipated, though the fatigue remained. 

Sliding into bed next to you, Joel’s arms enveloped you immediately, holding you close under the covers, though nothing about it felt sexual. He simply wanted… to have you near. 

He took a deep breath. “Subspace is somethin’ I read about when we first started this…” he fumbled for the word. “Dynamic, I suppose. You trustin’ me to take care of you, trustin’ me with your body, trustin’ me with the control that you guard so closely. Subspace is a state of mind, I guess, that people like you get when your brain releases higher levels of adrenaline and happy chemicals.”

You hummed against his chest, nuzzling closer. “Like a high.”

“Exactly. You get that sorta floaty feelin’, like reality is slightly altered. Supposed to be in response to the balance between pain and pleasure, the sensations sending you into the space.” Joel clenched his jaw, shrugging. “I dunno if that makes sense, or if that even was what–” You pressed a hand against his heart, and he cut himself off, peering at you. “That sounds right. It felt amazing, exactly what I needed… how did you know?”

Joel smiled a little. “I guess… you just make sense to me. It’s how I knew you needed somethin’ different tonight, why you were actin’ up. I looked at you, and I knew. Can’t really explain it.”

Sleep nagged at you, the steady beat of his heart in your ear lulling. “You make sense to me, too, Joel. Why did it worry you at first?”

Joel considered it a moment. “With a high, there’s a drop, too. A low, I guess, because your brain is still gettin’ back to the baseline once the happy chemicals settle. I needed to make sure you felt safe, and satisfied with what we… with what I did.”

You smiled hazily, eyes shutting with exhaustion. “I do, Joel. You make me feel…”

Your voice dropped off to sleep, and Joel could only wonder what you would’ve said.

[tsuy4n]

The Artist Who Lives for the Plot

Warning/s: Fem!Reader, Mild language/casual swearing, chaotic energy (duh), unhinged humor, reader suffering (comically)

[A/n]: I had so much fun writing, and dw. Part 2 will be coming soon. It's time to live with them. If it all fits, that'll be the last and final one! Thank you for your support <3

>Part 1<, Part 2, Part 3,...

Day 1: Staff Badge, Zero Fear

You just received a job. Technically, a side-job.

You needed the extra cash. Rent was due next week, and at this point, the only thing growing faster than your stress was the mold in your bathroom.

Being a webtoon artist had always been the dream. You studied—poses, anatomy, lighting, shading, even a bit of photography thanks to that one kind sunbae back in high school. You poured years into perfecting your craft. But… doing your dream job in reality?

Yeah. Not exactly how you imagined it.

Making money through art was already hard. Add today’s economy into the mix, and suddenly budgeting meant rotating between cheap instant meals and whatever eggs were on sale. Not the healthiest diet, but it got you through deadlines. Mostly.

Anyway. Enough with that depressing backstory.

Today, you were helping out behind the scenes—cleaning up, running errands, doing whatever the other staff didn’t have time for. The entire building was in chaos, people rushing around, shouting schedules, checking equipment. Apparently, some new boy group was debuting soon.

Like, in a week or something? You hadn’t seen them yet, but you had heard things.

"They’re gorgeous," One of the stylists whispered while curling a wig. "Like, inhuman levels of beautiful."

That alone was enough to catch your attention.

You weren’t trying to ogle anyone. You just needed some visual inspiration. For art, obviously.

So when someone asked you to bring water to the practice room? You may or may not have speed-walked your way there with the excitement of a fangirl and the blank expression of a very tired assistant.

The moment you opened the door, chaos greeted you. They were arguing. And loud.

Great for drama. Better for material.

"Do you want to achieve world domination or not?!" The black-haired one snapped, voice sharp like he was conducting a military operation instead of a boy group practice.

"Then hit the beat— on time!"

Ah, the leader. Jinu, you think was his name.

"You're 0.5 seconds off." The one who's half of his face was covered with hair flatly said.

"I told you, it’s called flair." Said the one with pink hair, heart-shaped bangs framing his face.

"You mean lag." The mint haired muttered, eyes glued to his phone.

"Shut it." Groaned the one with the ridiculous muscles, dabbing sweat off his face like a disappointed gym coach. "Let’s just start from the top before Captain Serious combusts."

That’s when they noticed you.

But by then, you’d already seen them—and everything else.

Oh, your eyes. They were blinding.

It was like walking into a manhwa panel. Ethereal lighting. Sweat glistening on toned arms. Perfect jawlines. Tall, broad silhouettes. You barely managed not to trip over your own feet.

This was it. The vision. You felt it. The inspiration burning through your veins.

You cleared your throat, doing your best to keep a neutral expression as you set the bottles near the mirrors.

And then, you said it. Casual. Straight-faced. Deadpan. "If this is what world domination looks like, I think the lighting needs work."

Silence.

They stared, blinked, and glanced at one another. Confused.

Jinu sighed. "Let’s take five."

The rest of the group immediately relaxed, stretching, dropping to the floor, cheering like they’d survived a war. Understandable. You heard they’d been practicing for hours.

You tried not to stare. You failed.

A voice pulled your attention.

"Thanks for the drink, cutie." It's the long haired dude. His voice was smooth and his smile was confident, borderline illegal.

Romance. That had to be his stage name.

Your eyes did a quick scan. You were mentally labeling all of them. It wasn’t weird. Not in a weird way. No. This was research.

Another one, shirt clinging to his abs like it was painted on, snatched a bottle and chugged it like he hadn’t tasted water in days. Abby, clearly.

You blinked. He was broad. The kind of chest that made you think of shirt buttons fighting for their lives. He smirked at you.

You immediately looked away and bowed slightly, mouthing a silent apology for being caught staring.

Then your gaze moved to the one on his phone, laughing at something you can't tell.

"That's so dumb." Mint hair said under his breath. His face? Cute. His voice? Low. Totally not what you expected, but love. You eat that kinda character up in stories.

He must be Baby.

Then there was the guy with long pastel hair partially covering his face. He hadn’t said a word. He hadn’t even looked your way. Mysterious aura? Check. It's clear he's Mystery.

And finally, back to Jinu. The leader. He carried himself like someone dependable. Stern but fair, and he's like that because he wants to see them all succeed.

That's such an eye watering story.

You tried not to squeal. Really, you did. But your fingers were already itching to draw. You can't wait for break to come.

Speaking of break... You look at them. It's only been a minute since they started that. You shouldn't, yeah.

"Excuse me." And yet you're already speaking. "Would it be alright if I took some photos?"

The room quieted a little. You could practically hear their thoughts. Another poor staff member, helpless under their charms.

"Go ahead." Jinu said, offering a small smile. What a charming fella.

He seems like he’d be one of those knight captains in those historical webtoons. The kind who stands behind the throne, silent and strong, carrying the kingdom on his back without asking for thanks.

Daydreaming later, let’s get clicking!

With permission granted, you lit up and pulled out your phone, trying hard not to bounce in excitement. As soon as your camera opened, they were already posing.

Of course they were.

You took a few shots—clean, fast, a few from different angles. They assumed you were done. They assumed wrong.

You lowered your phone, frowned slightly, and pointed at Abby.

"Flex your arm. No—more toward that side. Yes, hold that. Chin down."

They all froze.

"Huh?" Abby blinked.

And just like that, a full-on impromptu photoshoot began. You were directing them like your life depended on it. They followed along, slightly confused but too prideful to stop now.

"Yo..." Abby muttered, peeking at one of the photos. "I didn’t know my abs could look this good. Muscle definition on point."

He's beyond satisfied and that boosts your confidence in your photography skills yet again.

Soon, the rest of them were swarming your phone, snatching it to see their pictures and gawk at their undeniably gorgeous self.

Before chaos could start between them, you took your phone back in your hands as a really huge and bright smile was on your face.

"Thank you so much for indulging this staff member her request!" You made your way to the door with an awkward half-bow, twisting the knob, turning back one last time.

"I’m rooting for you guys! You got this!"

And with that, you were gone. Silence lingered in the room.

"So are we just letting random staff direct us now?" Baby asked, glancing at the others. "Cool. Cool cool cool."

"Yeah." Romance agreed with a nod. "But she's cute isn't she?"

"Every girl’s cute to you." Abby said, bumping his shoulder against him and tossing an arm lazily around Romance’s neck. "Get new taste, man."

"She didn’t even ask for an autograph." Jinu added, almost puzzled. Usually people would ask for that. He did his research well, you know.

"She just wanted photos." Mystery mumbled, his head tilting slightly to the side.

"Of us," Abby said proudly, a sudden, inexplicable breeze swept through the room—no open windows, no vents. Just vibes(?)

The edge of Abby’s fitted shirt lifted slightly, just enough to reveal a flash of perfectly sculpted abs.

He smirked. "Duh."

Fast forward—

Your first day ended early. Convenient, right? That meant more time to look at the pictures you took earlier. You couldn’t wait to study those shots, not in a weird way.

You’d been stuck on one panel of your webtoon for days, and no matter how deep you dove into Pinterest or Google, nothing looked quite right.

But thanks to that idol group, your prayers were answered. Sort of.

You expected to be on the bus by now, earbuds in, zoning out to music. Instead, you were standing in front of a convenience store, digging through your bag for your wallet when a realization hit you like a truck.

No cable. No charger. Not even a hint of it.

You double-checked. Nope. Gone.

You groaned out loud, dragging a hand down your face.

"Perfect." You muttered with a scowl. "Love that for me."

Then again, a bit of late-night cardio never hurt anyone. Yeah, scratch that shit. The universe clearly hated you.

The studio was still unlocked, the lobby empty. You flashed your staff ID in front of the scanner near the door—it beeped, the lock clicked, and in you went.

The overhead lights had been dimmed. Most of the staff were long gone. The silence was oddly calming.

You retraced your steps, mentally going through every place you'd stopped during the day. The break room was empty. No luck. The side lounge? Same story.

Third option: the rehearsal room.

You sighed. "Third time’s the charm." You mumbled, adjusting the strap on your bag as you headed down the hallway.

Your steps slowed as you neared the practice room. The door was closed, but voices leaked through—low, intense. Not the usual banter or off-key singing. Just… murmurs. Uneven. Cult-like.

You blinked. 'Holy hell, they’re still practicing?'

You glanced at your phone. It was late. Your shift ended an hour ago.

What are they made of? Protein powder and ambition?

What are they eating? Dreams? Caffeine? Hope??

You needed to ask. Not for curiosity. For survival. Your deadline was crawling up your spine like a tax collector and you were this close to drawing stick figures for tomorrow’s update.

The lights under the door flickered—blue, then red, then something that looked like a Windows error message.

You stared. Paused. Maybe they were testing stage lights.

Maybe they were summoning Satan. You didn't care. You just needed your charger. So you pushed the door open.

"I’m really sorry for disturbing you, but—" No matter how tired you were from today’s chaos, you still had manners.

They stood in a loose circle, shadows stretched long and unnatural, and… was that a portal? How the hell did they manage that?

If it was an illusion, it was top-tier. What were they feeding these hologram artists? Everyone in this team was way too talented.

Six heads snapped toward you.

You only blinked, admiration shining in your eyes. "Cool cosplay. Is this for the music video?"

A beat of silence.

Then your gaze flicked to the ceiling, eyes narrowing in critique. "Lighting’s a bit much, though. Shadows are swallowing Jinu’s jawline—tragic. Tilt the main source up just a bit next time."

You said what you said and you don't want to wait for a reply. You turn on your phone flashlight and started scanning the floor, stepping past the demon-plush aesthetic like you were dodging cables on a cluttered set.

There. Your charger lay near the edge of the mirror wall.

You scooped it up with a triumphant sigh and gave them all a quick thumbs-up.

"Good luck on the scene rehearsal." You chirped, already walking toward the door.

Click.

The door shut behind you, leaving nothing but baffled beings.

"…Who was that?" One of the figures finally asked, voice low and sharp.

"Staff." Abby replied, blinking.

"A weird human." Baby added, eyes at the door just like the others.

The tallest demon tilted its head, "Should we take care of her?"

The hunger was clear in its tone. Like it could already taste your soul.

Jinu was the first to speak. "No," He said sharply. "Not yet."

There was a pause. The demon turned slightly toward him. "You hesitate."

"I don’t make moves without information." Jinu said, arms crossed. "She’s… off."

"Off?" One of the smaller ones asked. "She looked normal."

"She looked like she was analyzing us," He muttered as he thought back to your behavior from earlier. "Not scared. Not confused. She looked like she’d seen stranger things."

"She was watching our movements earlier," Mystery informed from his corner, his voice soft. "Sketchpad in her lap."

"You sure it's not some fanfic crap?" Baby deadpanned.

"No." Jinu replied, tone quieter now. "It wasn’t that kind of writing. It was too structured. Like she was mapping something out. Watching patterns."

The demons seemed vaguely amused by the theory.

"So… a spy?" One of them asked, half-joking.

"Maybe," Jinu’s expression darkened. "Or something else. Either way, I’ll figure it out."

He didn’t voice the rest:

She looked one of the demon in the eye like she was judging him.

She also told them to fix the lighting.

She moved like the demon was interrupting her schedule.

Either she’s an expert who’ll be a problem later…or just another idiot with good timing and bad boundaries. Still. Better to play it safe.

The demons didn’t press. They glanced at one another then shrugged. Fine. Let him figure it out. Would’ve been more fun if he let them eat her soul, but hey—he’s the leader.

Without another word, they vanished through the pink portals back to the demon realm, leaving behind silence.

It didn’t last long.

Romance sighed dreamily. "Okay but… if she is a spy, she’s kinda hot."

Jinu didn’t reply. He just rubbed his temples, the beginnings of a headache forming right behind his eyes.

First a debut, now possible espionage from the world’s most dead-eyed assistant with a sketchpad.

Great.

He’d already built enough stress to level a small village. Now this?

…Cool. Fine. He’ll handle it. He always does.

Still.

Lighting advice?? Who just— No. Never mind. He stood straighter, his focus clear as glass.

He'll take care of you sooner or later once he knows your motive.

And so you lived through the first day of your new side-job.

Sure, it ended with strange flickering lights, a suspiciously cult-like gathering, and the very real possibility that the idol group you just met might be into LARPing or, worse, weird method acting.

But hey, sick concept. You respect the dedication. You genuinely hoped they listened to your advice about the lighting.

Still, your charger was back in your bag, your sketchpad was bursting with ideas, you get to draw that panel finally, and your rent wouldn’t pay itself.

So, if a bunch of pretty boys wanted to summon smoke and dramatic lighting on company time?

Not your business—as long as they made great reference material.

As you draw, you think things like:

Abby’s arms practically had their own agency. You swore his biceps flexed every time he blinked.

Jinu looked like a man carrying the weight of his group… and your outstanding bills.

And Romance? Prince face, main character energy, and probably the type to Google himself just to read the fan comments.

You, on the other hand, were so innocently, completely unaware of what awaited you.

Probably harassment, but definitely plot.

Day 2: HR Is Not Ready for This

You didn’t expect much on your second day.

Maybe some light sweating, a few awkward water runs, and enough quiet time to sneak in some sketching or brainstorm for ideas on your story.

You just wanted to observe, breathe, survive. Simple.

But the universe and apparently five very nosy boys had other plans.

The moment you entered the room, the air shifted. Not dramatically. Just enough to feel… watched.

Your gaze moved from one to the next—Abby adjusting his shirt (and definitely flexing more than needed), Mystery casually stretching nearby like a ninja cat, Baby muttering to himself while scrolling, and Jinu… he was definitely looking at you.

But you didn’t notice that.

You were too focused on your clipboard, scribbling poses and notes like a diligent little artist.

"You’ve been staring again."

You jumped a little. Jinu’s voice. Low. Observant.

You blinked up at him. "Oh, um— sorry?"

His brow arched before a tiny smile tugged at his lips. An attempt to lighten up the air around. "It’s fine. Just… felt like you were memorizing our skeletons."

You laughed, a little too nervously. "No! I mean—well, kind of? I’m an artist."

"...Right."

Was that judgment? You should be offended, right? Yes. But inside.

"It’s for character design," You explained. "I draw for webtoons. You guys are… kind of perfect models."

Jinu studied you. Scribbly. Polite. Very tired. But his gut didn’t trust you. "…Just don’t publish anything weird about us."

You gave him a two-finger salute. "No promises."

He walked off—suspicious, calculating, and weirdly handsome about it.

You sighed, then looked down. You’d circled a line on your page.

"Too symmetrical. Suspicious."

The second day at work is fun! Yeah, right. Fucking fuck. Today's exhausting. And not the "Wow, they’re so dreamy, I’m swooning~" kind.

No. This was “I swear to god if one of them breathes over my shoulder again, I will throw this pen” level of tired.

You were just trying to observe quietly, take notes, and survive the shift.

But subtle glances? Apparently that translated to "please, harass me."

Romance started singing, badly, every time your pen moved. Said it helped set the mood. You told him to change the playlist.

Abby kept "accidentally" standing right in your view. Shirt raised. Flex engaged. Asking, "How’s the lighting on my triceps now?"

Mystery appeared over your shoulder with zero warning, stared at your sketch, nodded, then vanished again like an IKEA ghost.

Baby? Baby muttered your critique out loud just to mess with you.

"‘Neck angle inconsistent’? Wow, harsh." All while smirking so handsomely. Baby. As in the one from hell. With Wi-Fi and zero respect for your peace. Like his fucking members.

You squinted at him, nearly blessing the world with the ugliest scowl known to man. "How are you even reading that from across the room?"

He didn’t answer. He just smiled wider.

Oh, these bastards were enjoying your suffering.

Was bullying the new staff part of their team-building exercises? Hazing disguised as charisma? They haven’t even debuted yet!

The audacity when their Spotify numbers are still at zero.

You'd think world domination came with manners, but no.

Contrary to their faces—artfully sculpted by angels or Photoshop—their personalities were straight-up hellspawn. (Ironic.)

By the time you were done, your social battery had collapsed into dust. You passed by a staff member in the hallway, maybe a stylist or someone from props.

"You look… drained."

You nodded. "Drained is generous. I feel like I’ve been emotionally dry-cleaned."

They laughed. You didn’t. You're mourning your peace.

Meanwhile, back in the practice room:

The air was quieter now. But tense.

Jinu stood near the speaker, arms crossed. His expression unreadable. "She’s hiding something."

The others didn’t laugh this time.

"Maybe she’s just weird." Baby offered his thought.

"Doesn’t mean she’s not dangerous." Jinu replied.

"So what, we just keep annoying her until she cracks?" Romance said, upside-down on the couch, legs kicking in the air like a chaotic cat.

"No." Jinu’s eyes didn’t waver. "We keep watching her until she shows us what she’s really here for.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Abby grinned like he's excited and can't wait to act whatever on his mind. "So. Strategic pestering. Got it."

Jinu didn’t stop him, or anyone of the boys. Whatever it takes to make you crack he guess.

Later that night, you collapsed at your desk.

Still alive. Barely.

You flipped open your sketchpad, flipping past pages of poses, muscle references, and narrowed notes.

"Abby’s arms could run their own business."

"Romance: pretty, but loud."

"Baby = gremlin with a phone."

"Mystery—??? Stop teleporting???"

You sighed, poked at your charger, then scribbled one last line before calling it a night.

If tomorrow’s like this again, I might fake a cold. Or a coma. Or both.

Still... their interest in your art? Kind of flattering. Mostly annoying.

[wonbloom]

diet pepsi

pairing: bffsbrother!heeseung x fem!reader

summary: “losing all my innocence in the backseat” or bffsbrother!heeseung takes your virginity in the backseat of his car!! this is inspired by diet pepsi by addison rae lolz

warnings: smut!!! 18+ only mdni, pinv, loss of virginity, fingering, heeseung & reader being horny asf for eachother, mentions of alcohol, swearing, intentional lowercase, pls lmk if i’m missing anything!!

word count: 2k+

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“are you gonna fucking do something?” you whine, squeezing your thighs around heeseung’s head.

he’s been lazily placing kisses along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs for the last few minutes, leaving the area slightly sticky and moist with his saliva.

you can hear him chuckling into your skin and you roll your eyes, your head falling back and thudding against the condensation covered window behind you. the position isn’t exactly comfortable; with the inner handle of the backseat door digging into your shoulder blade and the leather of heeseung’s car seats sticking to your exposed ass, only covered by the skimpy thong you’d picked out for this evening. your denim skirt lies abandoned in the footwell of the passenger seat alongside heeseung’s tshirt, tossed away carelessly where the tryst had began.

you’re awoken from your thoughts by heeseung nipping at your skin lightly, it’s not enough to truly hurt but it pulls you from your sweaty daze enough to look down at his smirking face. he moves away from his position so close to your core and notes the pout on your face. he’s quick to sit up and pull you into his jean clad lap, large hands immediately reaching for the meat of your ass.

“didn’t anyone teach you that patience is a virtue baby?” heeseung whispers into your ear, his tongue laving out towards your earlobe. “i’m gonna give you what you want, don’t worry. i just want to take my time with you.”

even though the arrogance in heeseung’s words make you clench your teeth, you can’t deny the way you’re dripping into the seat of your panties, and it’s no doubt that heeseung can feel it too.

heeseung connects his lips with yours for what feels like the millionth time in the past thirty minutes and you can’t help but moan into his mouth, he tastes bitter like the cheap beer you watched him knock back with the rest of his friends and it’s intoxicating. you’re slowly rolling your hips into his, careful with not wanting to seem too desperate. all thoughts of which leave your mind when heeseung grunts and rolls up into you, hands grabbing at your hips appreciatively.

when heeseung pulls away, his gaze stays on your face, seemingly scrutinising your every feature and it makes you flush - suddenly shy under his watchful eyes.

“i’m so fucked,” he breathes out, his forehead falling forward and knocking into yours dully.

your hands grab greedily at his exposed chest, he’s been working out recently and you can tell.

you place your lips against his lightly and speak, “that’s sort of what i was hoping to be.”

heeseung giggles at your words, head lifting up and his hand coming alongside to trace your jaw.

“yeah? you think you’re ready?”

“if me dripping onto your jeans wasn’t enough of an answer then yes. yes i am,” you tease, glancing down to the dark patch now staining the front of heeseung’s jeans.

heeseung joins you in glancing down at the mess, his head quickly jolting back up as he groans.

“you’re sure you’ve never done this before?”

“positive,” you chirp, punctuating your statement with another grind down into heeseung’s prominent bulge.

he places both his hands on your waist to steady you, “if your carry on i’m going to bust in my pants”

you let out an airy laugh in response, “where’s the sex god heeseung i was promised?”

your words seem to light a fire in heeseung as he’s quick to flip your position, holding his hand behind your head as he lies you down across the backseats, hovering over you with a mischievous smirk across his face.

“don’t get cocky baby,” he smiles sweetly, fingers sliding into the sides of your underwear, sliding them down your legs slowly. heeseung doesn’t hide the awed expression on his face as he notes the large wet spot, pocketing your panties into the back of his jeans.

you bring your foot up to poke at his toned stomach and jeer, “perv.”

heeseung grabs you by the ankle and manoeuvres himself between your legs, forcing you to cross them behind his back. he swipes a finger through your wetness, causing you to whimper loudly and watch with glossy eyes as he brings the finger up to his mouth, licking up your juices.

“you love it.” he decides.

instead of fighting back this time, you muster up your best whine and lift your hips up, hoping to entice heeseung into finally gracing your pussy with some attention.

“needy needy baby,” heeseung tuts, his hand so close to where you need him the most. “but you’re so pretty,” he hums. “i guess i’ll give you what you want.”

heeseung plunges two long fingers into your core, pushing in and out slowly as his thumb moves to you with your clit. he continues his ministrations until you’re whimpering and grinding up into his touch, and when heeseung looks down to your flushed face, sweat making your baby hairs stick down to your forehead and eyes wide and glossy, he thinks he’s never seen something so beautiful.

even though your climax is approaching, you can’t help but want more. heeseung stalls as one of your hands reaches down from his chest and grips onto his flexing wrist.

“i want to come when your dick is inside of me,” you admit somewhat shyly.

heeseung pulls his hand out of you slowly and scoffs, “seriously what virgin says stuff like that!”

he’s fast to suck your juices from his fingers and reach for the zipper of his jeans, you can see his hardness straining against the material, making you squirm in anticipation. before heeseung shimmys down his boxers he stills, looking to you.

“you’ve seen a dick before right?”

his words shock you into a small giggle, “yeah, i mean i gave jake a handjob at the movie theatre that one time.”

heeseung looks slightly mortified at the mention of one of his closest friends, “sim keeping it classy i see.”

“and taking my virginity in the back your car is the epitome of class i guess?” you bite back, flicking at heeseung’s chest.

“shut up,” heeseung rolls his eyes, moving quickly to pull his hard cock out of his boxers, silencing you from whatever quip was going to fall from your mouth next.

your breath hitches slightly at the sight of the sheer size of him, “fuck.”

“not so cocky now baby, huh?” heeseung smirks, guiding his cock down to glide between your messy folds.

everytime his tip catches against your clit you both groan into each others mouths, kissing sloppily as heeseung works you up even further.

heeseung’s free hand moves to fondle your tits over the thin tank still adorning your chest, now damp from the perspiration covering your body.

a grind up of your hips causes heeseung’s tip to catch onto your entrance and he whines into your mouth.

“please hee,” you pull back, hands threading into his sweaty hair, “i’m ready.”

heeseung nods at your words and comes down to press a light kiss on your forehead, “okay baby.”

“let me know if it hurts and i’ll stop, okay?” heeseung pushes the tip in further, looking down into your eyes for confirmation and when you nod he carries on.

the sting is noticeable but overpowered by the pleasure, your senses overwhelmed by everything heeseung.

“still okay baby?” heeseung asks, peppering your neck with kisses, leaning down to suck at your exposed cleavage.

“so so good” you moan, grinding up the last little bit so you’re full of him.

you seem to simultaneously let out sighs of relief, which causes you to both giggle.

“you feel so fucking good.” he says earnestly, rocking into you slowly as he begins to find a rhythm.

you shy under heeseung’s words, not used to having the sole attention of the guy you’ve crushed on for the most part of your life.

“you can go faster y’know?” you tease, trying to gain back some of your confidence. “i’m not gonna break.”

heeseung smiles at your usual cocky demeanour returning and decides to listen to your whining, spewing up his slow thrusts into a steady and powerful pattern.

your whimpers grow louder as soon heeseung’s groans as the sounds of sweaty skin slapping fills the car, your hand reaching to card through the short hairs at the back of heeseung’s neck and you have half the mind to hope that no one has wandered far enough from the house party you were in attendance of, because if the fogged you windows weren’t enough evidence then the noise and movement from the car would certainly be enough evidence to alert people of the activities occurring in lee heeseung’s car.

“oh fuck! hee,” you whine as heeseung hits a spot inside you that you weren’t even sure existed.

heeseung notes your reaction and continues his pace until you’re sure you’re seeing stars.

“touch yourself baby,” heeseung orders, grunting in delight as your small hand reaches down to play with your clit.

“i’m so fucking close, please hee,” you cry out, your pleasure heightened by the added stimulation from your fingers.

“i know baby, keep going for me im almost there,” heeseung’s voice is dripping with sex and the squelching noises that emanate from between you are nothing short of obscene, but the only thing on heeseung’s mind is you you you.

heeseung’s vision is slightly obscured by his dripping fringe falling into his eyes, but there’s no way he’s stopping now to move it out of his way, not when he can tell you’re both so close to ecstasy.

you’re free hand that was resting on the back of heeseung’s head moves forward to brush his fringe out of the way, and upon your eyes locking after a gesture that felt all to intimate even during this situation, heeseung’s thrusts become erratic, signaling his incoming climax.

“fuck!” heeseung exclaims, pushing your fingers that were playing with your clit away in favour of his own, drawing tight circles on your clit, that paired with his powerful thrusts throw you over the edge just as heeseung’s pace turns sloppy, quicking pulling out in favour of spurting his cum over your soft stomach. even though you were left clenching over nothing, your body still aches with satisfaction.

heeseung looks sheepishly down at the mess he made on you and quickly apologises, reaching for his shirt to wipe up his drying cum.

looking back to you, heeseung catches you dipping your middle finger into his essence and plunging it into your mouth.

“yum.” you wink.

“dirty,” heeseung jests, “i love it.”

now clean of heeseung’s come you sit up, and lean onto his still shirtless and heaving chest.

“you’ve corrupted me,” you jibe, pulling on a lock of his hair. “stolen my innocence.”

at your words heeseung scoffs, “i’d hardly call you innocent.”

before heeseung’s lips can touch yours, a knock on the window behind you startles you both. heeseung is quick to hide your body behind his to provide you some decency as he rolls down the window.

sunghoon, another one of heeseung’s friends peers in and drunkenly yells.

“your little sister is looking for you! something about not being able to find her friend.”

at his words you tense up and look to heeseung who is trying to hold back his laugh.

“sure buddy, i’ll be back in a minute,” heeseung turns to you with a shit eating grin on his face, not missing how sunghoon murmurs to himself as he walks away.

“smells like fucking sex in there.”

you can’t help but burst into laughter with him.

“we’re so fucked.” you decide.

“we’re so fucked.” he confirms, leaning down to press his lips into yours.

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a/n: AHHHH!!!! this is my first piece of writing that i’ve published on here so i’m very nervous!! it’s also so horny so excuse that lolll i’d be very grateful for any and all feed back so pls reblog comment or send me an ask!!

alsooo feel free to send me any enha thoughts in my ask box as i’m a new writer on here!!

tysm for reading !!!

lux xoxo

[disneyprincemuke]

randomantic * op81

it's just oscar being randomly romantic, because that's the type of person you make him

pairings: oscar piastri x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

notes: noelle don't write an oscar fic that's not entirely filled with silliness and nonsense fluff challenge

(f1 masterlist)

you close your eyes and suck in a deep breath. you stand at your front door, having just inserted your key into it. you let out a shaky breath as you stare down at the door knob.

you’ve just had what felt like the longest day in a while. it feels like nothing has gone right for you at all — it’s so overwhelmingly irritating. you just know that the smallest thing will set you off and on the other side of this door is the most loving and doting man you’ve ever met in your life.

a man who doesn’t seem to have had a bad day in years, always donning a wide smile on his face with a composure you could only wish you had. you don’t want him to be the scapegoat that gets the brunt of your bad day.

you compose yourself with one last deep breath before unlocking the door. you try to sport a small grin as you push the door open. “i’m home.”

oscar’s grin meets you right at the kitchen door, leaning against the door frame as he wipes his hand on a towel. “i was wondering when you would come inside — i heard you fumbling with your keys a few minutes ago.”

“oh,” you try to laugh it off as you kick your shoes off and walk over to him, “i was trying to recall if i’d forgotten something at work.”

which, now that you think of it, is very possible. did your water bottle ever make it into your bag before you left the office?

“you’re back there in a couple of days,” oscar mutters, arms spread wide as you walk further into your apartment, “if not, i’ll go over and pick it up for you.”

he wraps you into a tight and firm hug, making you feel relieve, even if it was just a little. he grabs either side of your cheek and mushes his lips onto yours. “i made us dinner.”

you hum and furrow your brows as he takes your hand to lead you in. “what? but it’s my turn to make dinner.”

oscar shrugs with a small smile. he looks over his shoulder and gives you a quick wink. “i was feeling inspired.”

you almost burst into tears when the dining table comes into view — two plates with a bottle of wine and a bouquet of flowers on the clean table. you’d been wrecking your brain for dinner options tonight. you’d considered ordering in, but it’s oscar’s crunch time right before the season so he has to watch his diet.

“do you like it?” oscar beams, puffing his chest proudly. he grabs the bouquet and reaches out to you. “and some flowers — we can’t have a date without that.”

“i love it, oscar,” you smile, reeling him in to press a kiss on his lips. “thank you so much.”

you wake up alone in your bed. oscar had an early morning, heading into a busy day.

you briefly remember sitting up for 5 seconds, long enough for him to give you a quick kiss and a tight hug before bidding you goodbye. though you wish you’d have woken up slightly earlier or stayed awake for longer to be with him.

you feel a sense of dread at the empty day ahead of you, working from home in an empty house is daunting for the week you’re having. you can almost tell how much you wouldn’t get done at all with the pit in your stomach and the numbness at your fingertips.

you wanted to send him a text, asking him to take the day off and come home to be with you. but you refuse to be that person.

you can’t simply ask your busy boyfriend to drop his obligations just to spend time with you because you’re a little under the weather. it’s not always about you.

sighing, you turn over to face oscar’s side of the bed. you pull the blankets around your body a little tighter.

you flinch at the stuffed bunny sitting upright, probably put there by oscar before leaving, with a bright orange post-it loosely stuck to its paw.

‘good morning, my love :)’

you smile. these little post-it’s are rare to find during this off-season, but they are always appreciated wherever they are.

the good morning note, however, is a first. oscar’s made a habit of leaving a few as reminders for you for days that he has to separate from you at the crack of dawn. they are often sweet, usually just reminders, but always in such a loving manner. how he manages to make simple post-it reminders sound so thoughtful, you’ll never know.

when you make it to the kitchen, there’s another stuck to the door of the fridge.

‘left some documents behind and had to u-turn. i got you breakfast on my drive back <3 fridge, second shelf’

you open the fridge and sure enough, there’s a sandwich with a cup of iced coffee sitting pretty on the second shelf. there’s another post-it.

‘eat well, pretty’

you proceed to eat breakfast with the biggest grin on your face.

oscar walks into the room, in the midst of dressing up for his busy day. you’re sitting by the edge of the bed, slouched as you type away on your phone. probably answering some emails before you head right back to sleep.

he grins to himself and creeps across the bed over to you. when he realises you hadn’t acknowledged his presence, he softly hums and gently presses his lips on your bare shoulder. his other arm is slung over your stomach as he pulls you in.

“what’s got my girl so busy this morning?” he hums against your skin, reluctantly pulling you back down to lie with him in bed. “it’s too early for you to be up.”

you groan and throw your head back, throwing your arms back. “answering a silly important email that was sent at 3am.”

“ridiculous,” he mutters. he tightens his arms around you and sigh. “i wish i could lay in bed with you all day. i’ll miss you today.”

“i’ll miss you too. i hate working from home when you’re not around.” you wiggle in his arms to face him, grabbing the sides of his face. “i should shrink myself so you could put me in your little pocket.”

he laughs at the absurdity of your idea. though, he doesn’t entirely hate it. he leans forward and nudges your nose with his. “i told you: quit your job. follow me around all day — i promise i’ll treat you like a princess.”

oscar jokes about this often: getting you to quit your job so you could simply be by his side all the time. while it sounded fun and relaxing, it simply is never as easy as just quitting and being his fulltime wag that watched him in the garage every weekend.

it’s just not a life that sounds like it would be for you at all.

“don’t be silly,” you whisper. you nuzzle your face into his shoulder with a soft sigh. “i can’t just do that.”

“ah, i know.” he squeezes your hips, thinking of a way he could somehow manipulate his day into ending earlier. perhaps there’s something he could forgo so he can come home earlier to you? maybe he’ll skip the gym and go tomorrow instead. “you know what?”

you hum, “what?”

“let’s go for a fancy dinner outside tonight,” oscar giggles. “i’ll call in for a reservation, okay? just show up and i’ll take care of the rest.”

you raise an eyebrow. it’s not that you don’t often go on dates with oscar in a week. in fact, you would love to argue that you and oscar go on more dates than an average couple does.

this week just feels different. perhaps you’re just having a worse week than usual. you start to wonder if he can tell that you’re having a hard week.

“are you sure? aren’t you busy?”

“never for you,” oscar smiles. “so, i’ll pick you up at 7, okay?”

not a lot of people could have guessed that oscar is one of the biggest perpetrators of hogging a karaoke mic.

your week has finally ended, and oscar has dragged you along to a small outing with his group of friends for a quick hang out before the season starts. you don’t even remember who suggest the thought of renting a room to do some karaoke; could have been fred, or maybe even oscar himself.

“oh, man,” logan throws his arms into the air when a familiar beat comes on. he holds his head in his hands in defeat. “who let him have the mic?”

“i swear i didn’t let him queue this many songs!” fred defends himself with a soft cry, pointing at the central machine in front of him. “they’re all love songs too!”

his friends’ groans echo in the room as oscar picks up the mic proudly. he puts his cocktail down on the table in the centre of the room before he turns over to you, sly smile and the mic pointed over at you. “this one’s for my beautiful girlfriend.”

logan scowls. “gross.”

“shut the fuck up,” oscar mutters, before walking over to you. he holds a hand out to you and grins. “don’t mind them, they’ve just never been loved the way you love me. get up, you’re the lucky girl i get to serenade for the rest of our lives.”

fred scoffs, a hand over his chest. “okay, ouch.”

@foreveralbon

[verdurous-heaven]

Pick a card: What are you manifesting right now?

Hello everyone! Hope everyone's doing fine. Please pick one or more than a one pile you feel the most drawn towards and enjoy your reading. Like and reblog to claim.

Pile: 1

You guys are manifesting a spark of inspiration or passion in your life after a long period of stagnation. What you're manifesting has been forged through shadow work n deep emotional cleansing. It's the raw excitement in terms of creativity, a friend/relationship, or smtg new that u deeply desire. You guys might also be manifesting a true union with mutual affection n emotional balance. A fresh new start or a beginning of smtg is also being manifested right now. You're making a room for something new. You're also manifesting travel or communication from someone long awaited or a quick decision. Also attracting a new solid opportunity could be about a new home, job, financial growth which confirms the above said things. Some of the things you're manifesting are not entirely visible yet so you're asked to believe in the unseen/unknown. You might get subtle signs or dreams of the things you're manifesting but you're not allowed to know about it yet. Know that it's smtg sacred cooking in the background. You're rising from the ashes and are divinely protected.

Keywords: wish fulfilment, creativity, spark, rebirth, phoenix, random 3am texts, coins, bow, rain, hailstorm, spirits, 5d, astral projection, 333, 5127, 6127, prayers being answered.

Songs: Salvatore by Lana del rey

God of music by Seventeen

Pile: 2

You guys are manifesting a big transformation into your life. You're making a room for something new and good. Manifesting a stable life, legacy and generational wealth even. You're also attracting a big chunk of money. Get those bags honey. You're learning how to stand your ground and say No to anything that does not serve you anymore. Either you're moving places or your social circle but it seems like you'll be more than okay to be on your own than being with those who constantly try to nitpick you. You're also manifesting a calm n humble self for yourself if u have anger issues. You might wanna learn how to multitask n trust me you'll learn it really quick. You're manifesting confidence. It feels as if you completely wanna shapeshift and have 360⁰ turn in your life. You're looking like a hunter who has his/her eyes solely on the goal. You're releasing old pain/energy and manifesting a karma back for those who made u cry in the past. You'll enter into a more fun loving silly energy n will attract alot of abundance for yourself.

Keywords: swan, 222, abundance, orange cats, snakes, butterflies, swords, nonchuks, skull and bones, horse riding, renew, boss-bitch, diet coke, health and wealth, sassy, Jurassic park. 7264, 5432, 555, pearls.

Songs: 2002 by Anne Marie

Ghost bye Justin Bieber

Pile: 3

You're manifesting a period of breakthrough, perseverance and healing. Perhaps you're waiting for someone and trying to manifest them back in your life. You're attracting stability, control n structure in your daily life. You're trying to heal from the past heartbreaks and betrayals. You're manifesting clarity from the confusions n illusions that you're in. Perhaps you're also trying to manifest a lover for yourself (more of a masculine energy can be sensed). You're literally manifesting a long term commitment/marriage and a loyal partner for yourself. Someone who sees u as rare, unique and interesting being. It's not casual, this feels like a past life/ karmic soul-contract typa bond that you're manifesting rn in your life. You're discovering your inner value and trying to manifest nurturing and emotional healing with your own femininity/mother/emotional side. There's also a possibility of calling in the energy of being a mother either literally or metaphorically.

Keywords : wedding, fairylights, fireworks, christmas, gems, diamond ring, royal theme, 666, 724, 8912, red bow emoji, doves, red wine, love and romance, motherhood, cycling, boots, skates, trees, mountains, snow.

Songs: SG by Ozuna, DJ snake, Meghan thee stallion, Lisa

Pretty girl by Maggie Lindemann

Thankyou for reading. Have a great day ahead.

Credits of the pictures to their rightful owners.

©All rights reserved to verdurous-heaven. Please refrain from reframing, reposting, copying or stealing my work without my permission. ©VH 2025

[malusokay]

becoming a better student ₊˚⊹♡

Prepare for your classes ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Wake up on time. We don't want to be stressed first thing in the morning, right?

Eat breakfast. So you will be able to better focus in class.

Assigned reading and homework. Make sure you are prepared for your classes!! :)

Review your notes. Going through some of your flashcards before class is really helpful.

Check your bag and charge your devices. Ensure you have everything you need: Books, homework, chargers, pens, water...

In Class ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Listen and pay attention. You can save yourself a lot of trouble by simply paying attention, trust me.

Take notes. My favourite note-taking method is the Cornell method; I can make a separate post on that!! <3

"Quick notes." If you struggle with note-taking, try taking quick and messy notes. You can clean them up once you get home!!

Engage. If you have any questions or don't understand something, make sure to ask!! Most teachers really appreciate students who speak up. :)

No distractions. Turn off your phone, no chatting, you'll be glad...

After class ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Finish your assignments as soon as you can. Go home, put on a cosy outfit, have a snack, and get working!! <3

Prepare flash cards. A great way of reviewing your notes, too... :)

Update your Study schedule. Write down any assignment and due dates, reading you must do, upcoming tests, etc...

Clean up your notes. Review them, highlight the important parts, and maybe even make them look cute!! :)

Don't avoid topics/Subjects you dislike. I know it is tempting, but you can't avoid them forever, so you might as well get them done

Structure and routine ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Goals and Priorities. Keep them realistic and manageable.

Time management. Having a set schedule makes studying less overwhelming; it takes some discipline but is so worth it!! <3

Develop a routine. Figure out what works best for you; I prefer studying in the morning or at night.

No "zero days". Even if you can only do a bit, do it!! NO. ZERO. DAYS.

Remember your goals. Dreams will keep you motivated; remind yourself of what you're working for!! <3

Self-care and balance ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Don't forget about your hobbies. You need to do things that make you happy, so make time for those things!!

Maintain a balanced diet. I know chocolates and junk are tempting, especially when you are busy studying all day, but you're not doing yourself any favours.

Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. 8 Hours. Non-negotiable.

Exercise regularly. Even if it's just a walk, put on some headphones, listen to music, and give yourself a break. <3

Care for your social life. Reach out to your friends, make plans, and keep in touch; a good work-life balance is critical!!

Romanticising ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Study dates. Meet up with your friends at a cosy cafe, discuss your work, and have some fun!! Studying doesn't have to be all serious all the time ;)

Silly Pinterest boards. Visualising your goals will help you find motivation!!

Music to set the mood. I have a bunch of playlists on my Spotify that might help!! <3

Cosy sweater and candles. The cosy Rory Gilmore vibes haha...

Getting a coffee before class. A little treat before things get serious... Simple pleasures, you know? :)

Babes, The hiatus is OVER, and I'm finally back!! I got a lot of asks on studying, burnout, and school in general, so I thought, why not start off with a little student guide?? I Hope October has been kind to you, and school hasn't been too overwhelming (though I know it, unfortunately, has been for many of you), and I'm glad to finally be back!! <33

As always, Please feel free to add your own suggestions and tips in the comments!!

✩‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧✩

[rawme-price]

Look, I love every version of big scary animal hybrid simon as the next person, but have we considered sheep hyrbid!simon?

Sheep!simon who is used to people assuming things about him. He's big, a cathedral of a person, so people assume hes got hybrid genes to match. He's heard plenty of guesses, wolf, panther, tiger, bear. He never confirms anything, never denies it either. Its helpful for people to be unaware of his true status, a harsh stigma around prey hybrids and especially domestic ones.

Sheep!simon who hasn't made a hybrid sound in years. Who keeps his hair shorn to the root because if it grows out its into tight coils of blonde that remind him too much of his mother. His mother who he watched suffer each day for being a sheep, and thats the only trait she gave him. He got his eyes, his bulk, his face from his father. But the one thing from his mother? It feels too shameful, too weak to ever accept. It eats at him, but there's nothing he can do.

Sheep!simon who eats alone. He wears a mask anyways, so no one bothers him to eat with them. He finds some secluded nook, and makes quick work of a plate stacked with greens. On the grueling missions, packed too close with others to grab food without someone seeing his plate, simon forces himself to grab meats and a sliver of greens. The vague diet of a predator species. He eats everything, feels too guilty about wasting food not to, and simply ignores the painful twists of his stomach at eating stuff hes really not suited for.

Sheep!simon who feels anxious when hes not in a group, but feels even worse being near people he doesn't trust (everyone). He never truly rests, never relaxes completely as his mind fights with itself. Its exhausting, but hes felt this way since he was small, and has grown apathetic to it.

Just....consider it. (Yapping abt the specific sheep he'd be under the cut.)

Personally I envisioned him to be a kerry hill sheep!

Mostly bc the face markings remind me of his mask lol, but also bc they dont have horns! There's a unique dynamic that comes from ghost being a sheep hybrid that doesn't even have horns to defend himself that I find really compelling....they're also raised primarily for meat, which is another great metaphor or whatever abt ghost being made for the military, designed for slaughter when hes no longer useful....

[monzabee]

diet pepsi - ln4 (+18)

masterlist ||

Summary: The one where you and Lando have a rather interesting way of resolving an argument. 

Pairing: lando norris x fwb!reader 

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: kinda cute ass fighting so fluff??, sex in a car, fingering, penetration, manhandling, no use of protection (wrap it before you tap it!!), cursing, minords dni!! 

Request: “okay but what about good old car sex with lando pleaseeee” 

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! first of all, who knew addison rae had the power to make a song that made me write this whole thing under 3 hours?? i certainly did not. secondly, i thought it would be nice to take a little break from the charles-carlos drama, and before i finish the third and final part to that little mini-series, i thought you guys would enjoy a little treat in the meantime! i have to admit writing for lando again was an interesting experience for me, but who knows, maybe i'll do it more often (i have one request that i'm obsessed with so that’s definitely coming your way as well!) also, i have an oscar fic in the works as well, so maybe the sudden change in mclaren also started to affect me lol. a quick psa, i know many people asked me in my last fic, but i do NOT have a taglist and i won’t be making one any time soon either! anywaaays, i hope you guys enjoy this fic, and feedback is welcome as always! thank you to the anon for their request, and good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee 

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

“I can’t believe you’re drinking that in my car.” Lando complains, shooting you a sideway glare as you sip your choice of beverage contently.  

You tilt the cup slightly in his direction, grinning. “Relax, it’s not like it’s going to explode, nor it is your car.” 

“It might as well,” Lando mutters, eyes back on the road. “Knowing your luck, the second I hit a bump, that thing will be all over the place and I’ll have to explain what happened to Zak. Do you even know how much it costs to clean these seats?” 

You laugh, swirling the drink in the cup. “You’re being dramatic, it’s not like you are the one to detail the cars you use. It’s fine, I’ve got this under control.” 

“Famous last words,” Lando grumbles. His grip tightens on the steering wheel as if he’s preparing for impact. 

You glance at him, amused. “Are you always this paranoid about your car, or is it just me?” 

“It’s you. Definitely you.” He shoots you another look, this one laced with mock suspicion. “You have a history, you know.” 

“Oh, puh-lease,” you drawl, rolling your eyes as you turn your upper body to face him. “Tell me one time I actually made a mess in your car, and I’ll throw away this can right now.” 

Lando doesn't hesitate as he answers quickly. “Monaco. Last year. You remember that smoothie incident, right?” 

You blink a couple of times, taken aback. “That doesn’t count! That was your fault for speeding around the corner like a maniac. How was I supposed to hold on to it?” 

He smirks, clearly enjoying the memory. “Oh, so now it’s my fault, huh? You were the one who insisted on bringing a smoothie into my car five minutes before a race.” 

“You didn’t even have to brake so hard,” you mutter, crossing your arms defensively. “I had it under control until you decided to turn it into a F1 race.” 

Lando chuckles, shaking his head. “Doesn't matter. I still won, throw it away now.” 

“That doesn’t count, it was clearly your fault!” You complain, holding the can protectively. “There’s no way I’m tossing this because of your bad driving.” 

Lando laughs, shaking his head. “Bad driving? I think I’d take that up with the people who hired me to race professionally.” 

“Professionally doesn’t mean you’re not reckless,” you quip, a playful glint in your eyes. “Especially when there’s a smoothie involved.”  

“Fine,” he contends, shrugging, “how about that time I made you come too hard, and you leaked onto the seats?”  

This manages to shut you down for a moment, with eyes nearly bulging out of your head, you gasp at Lando’s sudden choice of words. “Lando!” You exclaim, reaching over the console to hit him on the arm gently, “That’s vulgar!” 

Silently chuckling at your reaction, he reaches over as he places a hand on your upper thigh, his hand tightening as you hold his wrist in warning. “It’s the truth,” he reminds you with a smirk, “don’t go shy on me, now, you were the one to get the seats all messed up because of how wet you were.” If you weren’t blushing before, your face most definitely resembles a tomato now as he continues his stream of consciousness, “Not that I’m complaining, though, I’m pretty sure I came in my pants when I made you cum just from my fingers.”  

 “You– you did?” The question flies from your mouth before you can stop yourself.  

The smile that overtakes the smirk on Lando’s face is almost sweet, and he coos at the innocence of your question as he squeezes your thigh again. “Oh baby,” he coos, “it was the hottest thing ever.”  

Your thighs attempt to trap his hand as you inadvertently press them tighter together, your nose scrunching up in confusion. “But it was messy.”  

“That was the best part,” Lando confirms, his thumb caressing your skin. “I loved getting to clean you up afterwards, didn’t I? Almost as much as you loved it.” 

“Sure.” You mumble, shrugging as you do your best to ignore his burning stare. You’d be worried about the fact that he was supposed to be driving if it was someone else, but considering he’s a F1 driver, you don’t comment on Lando’s lack of his surroundings as he pushes your thighs apart. “What are you doing?” You ask, confused as he moves his fingers further up your skirt.  

“You just focus on finishing that drink, okay?” He mumbles as his fingers pull your underwear to the side. “I’m suddenly in the mood for something sweet myself.”  

“Lando, I don’t think we should do th–hat.” Your voice waivers towards the end as his fingertips press on your clit, drawing lax circles on the bundle of nerves. “Lando,” you try to warn him, but your voice comes out as a high-pitched whimper.  

He shushes you gently as his fingers spread your wetness around your skin, causing you to bite down on your lip to silence yourself. Lando lets his dissent known by clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, mumbling, “Don’t silence yourself, let me hear you, baby.” And when you give him what he wants and let out a loud moan as your hips involuntarily buck against his hand. Grinding the palm of his hand against your puffy clit, Lando uses your wetness to slowly push two of his fingers into you, drawing out another moan as you lean your head against the headrest. “My God, baby, look at you. You’re already making a mess on the seats.”  

“N-no,” you manage to whine, shaking your head as you give him a pleading but stubborn look, “I’m not making a mess.”  

“No?” He asks, mocking the pout that has found its way onto your lips. “Then who is so wet against my hand that it’s dripping, huh?” You're not sure if it’s his words or the way his fingers keep moving in and out of your cunt, but in either case, the overwhelming need of just something more causes you to attempt to put the can in your hand down, when Lando tuts again in warning, “You don’t get to put your drink down until you first come on my fingers.” 

After his words set in, you finally come to your senses, suddenly opening your eyes as you give him a shocked look. “Wha–what?” You ask, “What if I spill?” 

He shrugs, an innocent smile on his lips as he throws you a glance, “I guess you’ll just have to be careful and not spill it.” The smile on his lips grows as you let out a frustrated sound, and he responds by moving his fingers in a come-hither motion to git the spot, which causes your body to arch into his touch. “Are you going to give me what I want?” He asks, his concentration still on the road as he tries to find a secluded spot to park the car.  

“Uh-huh,” you mutter, voice shaky as you focus on not dropping the can in your hand, “I will, Lando, just keep doing that.”  

“Doing what?” He asks in a faux-innocent tone, as he goes back to simply continuing the pistoning movement of his fingers. “Like this?” He asks, with a shit eating grin on his face as you whine. “Or, like this?” He asks again, but this time, he repeats the movement of his fingers previously as he hits your g-spot again.  

You can’t control the scream that gets released from the back of your throat as your body shakes violently. “That,” you breathe out, your free hand holding onto the seatbelt so tight that you can feel it starting to cramp your hand a little bit, “don’t you dare stop doing that.” 

Lando lets out a low chuckle, clearly satisfied with your desperate plea. His fingers continue their relentless pace, teasing and coaxing you closer to the edge. “Oh, I won’t stop,” he murmurs, his tone soft yet commanding. “Not until you give me what I want.” 

Your entire body feels like it's on fire, the combination of his skilled fingers and the impossible task of not spilling your drink has you teetering on the edge. The car feels smaller, the world outside irrelevant, as Lando’s attention is focused solely on you. Being so consumed by the way Lando’s fingers move in and out of your cunt, you don’t even know that the car you are in at the moment has been abandoned in the side of a deserted road. You grip the can tighter, your hand trembling as the tension builds in your core. “Lando,” you gasp, a hint of desperation seeping into your voice. “I— I can't—” 

He smirks, enjoying your struggle. “You can,” he counters smoothly, leaning slightly closer while keeping one hand on the steering wheel. “You can do it, just let it go, baby.” His thumb presses harder on your clit, drawing another loud moan from your lips. 

“Lando, please,” you beg, your voice almost cracking under the weight of your impending release. “I’m going to—” 

“Good,” he cuts you off, his smirk widening. “Let go for me, baby. And don't you dare spill that drink." 

His words are your undoing. With one final flick of his fingers, you shatter around him, your body convulsing with pleasure as you ride out your high. Your head falls back against the seat, your hand gripping the can so hard you’re not surprised it bursts under the pressure. 

His words are your undoing. With one final flick of his fingers, you shatter around him, your body convulsing with pleasure as you ride out your high. Your head falls back against the seat, your hand gripping the can so hard you’re not surprised it bursts under the pressure. 

You hear Lando’s satisfied chuckle as he eases his fingers out of you, giving your thigh one last affectionate squeeze. “Good girl,” he murmurs, glancing over at you with a proud smile. “Look at how good you look.” He shamelessly holds his fingers in front of your face, then without missing a beat, he brings his fingers into his mouth. The way he moans is nothing short of sinful, and you watch him with your lips parted as he mumbles around his fingers, “I think you spilled it a little bit.” 

“E-Excuse me?” You stutter, looking at Lando with the horrified look on your face. “No, I didn’t!” 

Lando raises an eyebrow, his smirk never faltering as he glances down at the mess on the seat. “Oh, but you did,” he teases, licking his lips after savoring the taste of you on his fingers. His eyes gleam with amusement as he points at the spot between your legs. “Not the drink, though… you.” 

Your face burns with a mix of embarrassment and desire, your breath still uneven as you try to process what just happened. “That’s not what I—” you stammer, crossing your arms over your chest, but Lando just laughs softly. 

“Relax, love. It’s nothing a little cleaning can’t fix.” He leans back in his seat, eyes never leaving you, his hand returning to the steering wheel like what just happened was the most normal thing in the world. “Besides, I’d much rather clean you up later.” 

You feel the heat spread through your body again, and despite yourself, you can’t help but feel a wave of arousal wash over you. Lando’s confidence, the way he handles you with such ease, is almost intoxicating. But as much as you’re enjoying the moment, a small part of you knows this is ridiculous. 

“You’re insufferable,” you mutter, trying to regain some composure, though your flushed cheeks give you away. 

Lando just grins, completely unbothered. “You love it,” he says casually, shooting you another one of those playful sideway glances that makes your heart race. “Admit it. You like when I make you lose control.” 

You bite your lip, fighting the urge to throw a retort his way. But you can’t deny it, not after the way your body reacted to his touch. “You’re lucky you’re good at this,” you finally concede, your voice barely above a whisper. 

Lando’s smile softens, just for a moment. “Good at a lot of things,” he says, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. Then he pulls the car to a stop, turning off the engine before leaning toward you, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, “And I’m just getting started.” 

[becomingthatgirl111]

How to Be That Girl This Summer – Without Burning Out

You’ve probably seen the “That Girl” aesthetic all over your feed—green smoothies, 6 AM workouts, matching sets, and perfectly curated routines. But let’s be real: being That Girl isn’t about looking perfect. It’s about creating a lifestyle that actually makes you feel good—from the inside out.

So this summer, let’s redefine what it means to be That Girl. Here’s your realistic, soul-nourishing guide to becoming your best self this season.

1. Wake Up With Intention, Not Perfection

Forget the 5 AM alarm if it doesn’t serve you. That Girl energy means waking up when it works for you, and using the first 10–20 minutes to set the tone:

• No scrolling.

• Open the windows.

• Stretch, hydrate, and journal a thought or intention for the day.

It’s not about being “productive”—it’s about being present.

2. Eat Like You Love Yourself

Summer is a beautiful time to nourish your body with colorful, whole foods that support your energy and mood. Instead of strict diets or “cleanses,” focus on adding:

• Hydrating fruits like watermelon, cucumber, and berries.

• Mood-boosting fats like avocado, nuts, and olive oil.

• Energizing carbs like quinoa, oats, and sweet potatoes.

And yes—you can absolutely enjoy ice cream or a cold drink on a terrace. Balance is key. That’s what makes it sustainable.

3. Move Every Day (But Listen to Your Body)

You don’t need to do hardcore workouts every day. This summer, try:

• A quick full-body circuit at home or the gym (20–30 mins).

• Morning Pilates or yoga in the park.

• Evening walks with a podcast or barefoot beach walks.

Try this idea: Pick a movement mood for each day of the week—“Stretchy Sunday”, “That Girl Friday”, “Walk & Podcast Thursday”. Make it fun and intuitive.

4. Romanticize the Little Things

Here’s a habit not every creator tells you: turn the ordinary into something beautiful.

• Use the nice glass for your iced coffee.

• Read in the sun with your favorite playlist in the background.

• Plan a “solo date” to a bookstore, museum, or your local café.

• Keep a summer joy list and try to check off one small joy per day.

5. Protect Your Energy Online & Offline

Being That Girl means being conscious of what you consume—not just food, but content, conversations, and environments.

• Unfollow accounts that drain or pressure you.

• Say no to plans that don’t align with your peace.

• Curate a digital space that inspires growth, not comparison.

Your mental wellness is sacred. Protect it like your favorite lip balm in the heat. 😌

6. Summer Self-Care Rituals You’ll Actually Stick To

Create your own seasonal self-care menu. Here are ideas:

• Aloe vera face masks after a sunny day

• Journaling with iced tea on your balcony

• A 5-minute gratitude list at sunset

• Weekly “check-in” walks without your phone

The goal? Make it easy, soft, and realistic. Let summer be a time of reset, not pressure.

Let’s Make This That Girl Summer the Healthiest One Yet

You don’t need to do what everyone else is doing. You just need to find what feels good, true, and energizing for you. Build small habits you actually enjoy. Choose joy. Hydrate. Move. Laugh. Let this summer be soft, slow, strong, and full of soul.

Would you follow a page where I post all my wellness guides, routines, and exclusive content off social media? I’ve been thinking about building a full platform just for us—with organized tips, printables, and even challenges. Let me know in the comments or send me a message if that’s something you’d love to see!

Let me know in the comments:

✨What’s one habit you’re focusing on this summer?

Or…

🍓Would you like a printable That Girl Summer Checklist?

[maielasworld]

"What the Moon reveals through each house in your chart."🌑

The Moon in your birth chart

She’s your inner tide, your hidden softness.

The way you feel, remember, and need.

Not what you show — but what you crave when no one’s watching.

She holds the echo of your childhood and the shape of your comfort.

Where she is… is where you seek to be held.

🌒 Moon in the 1st House

You walk into a room and the energy shifts — you carry the aura of someone who knows they’ll win. There's charm here, and an instinctive pull toward roles in public relations, sales, or anything that places your emotions on the frontlines. But with your heart so visible, you're quick to react — sometimes too quick. Others might mistake your sensitivity for volatility. You feel everything and see the world mostly through your own lens — take care not to forget that others feel too. You're drawn to power and admire those who hold it. Deep down, you want to rise within society… and be seen.

🌒 Moon in the 2nd House

You crave emotional safety — and it often takes the form of things you can touch. Objects hold memories, meaning, comfort. But beware of possessiveness, especially when fear whispers. Your relationship with money isn’t just practical, it’s personal. Love feels different when it comes with stability. You gift generously when you feel secure — and retreat when you don’t. Financial and emotional health are deeply linked for you. You don’t just want love — you want love that lasts.

🌒 Moon in the 3rd House

You speak your soul. Your words drip with emotion, sometimes too much to think clearly. Intuition and logic dance a strange waltz in your mind. There’s a deep emotional bond with siblings and a lifelong romance with words — letters, texts, phone calls. You want love that talks back, that listens, that says exactly how it feels. Your best relationships echo the closeness of childhood friendships. And yes — sometimes, the way you talk about love is more intimate than the way you touch it.

🌒 Moon in the 4th House

Your heart lives at home. Peace in your private world is essential — without it, the outside world feels cold. When secure, you’re deeply empathetic. But when you feel unstable, you retreat inward and struggle to share. The mother figure in your life holds great power over your emotional core. You're nourished by roots, by ancestry, by the history of your being. Love, for you, is a fortress — it must feel like protection. You need someone who’s always there. Someone who understands that love means being fully present.

🌒 Moon in the 5th House

You feel everything vividly — like art in motion. You're passionate, expressive, romantic… sometimes overly so. Creativity is your love language. Children, art, joy — they’re not luxuries to you; they’re necessities. You're drawn to pleasure but also to fantasy — and sometimes, the reality of love can’t quite match the dream. Emotional honesty is your superpower. And when love is fun, flirty, and full of fire, your heart absolutely soars.

🌒 Moon in the 6th House

Your emotions live in your body. Sadness can turn into illness. Stress into fatigue. You need peace not just for your heart, but for your health. Routines matter, but only when they feel emotionally right. You do your best work when you're inspired, not forced. You may prefer to follow rather than lead, but self-reliance is a lesson worth learning. You’re nurtured by order — a tidy space, a balanced diet, a daily rhythm. Love shows itself in small acts of care, kindness, and healing.

🌒 Moon in the 7th House

You find yourself in others. Relationships mirror your emotional world back at you. You seek closeness, not just romantically, but in all your connections — business, friendships, everything. You need emotional transparency to feel safe. Love must be mutual, equal, full of patience. You long for a partner who understands your soul and sees all your layers. In return, you're deeply committed — as long as they don’t hide, withdraw, or rush you.

🌒 Moon in the 8th House

Your emotions run deep. You don’t just feel — you transform. Every relationship changes you. Every emotional experience becomes part of your evolution. But you're also secretive, sometimes guarding your feelings even when you shouldn't. You’re sensitive to the undercurrents — the money, the power, the intimacy, the silence. You’re drawn to intense, mysterious love — the kind that stirs your soul and awakens your shadows. But remember, talking it out can be more healing than disappearing into the storm.

🌒 Moon in the 9th House

You’re always searching — not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually. Home is not a place but a journey. You want love that expands you, inspires you, teaches you. You’re attracted to those with wisdom and stories — lovers who come from faraway lands or different worlds. Your beliefs are laced with feeling; you need your truths to resonate emotionally, not just intellectually. Love, for you, is a great adventure — and you're always chasing the next horizon.

🌒 Moon in the 10th House

You care deeply about how you’re seen — your reputation, your career, your legacy. There's a motherly figure in your life who left a deep imprint on your emotional identity. Your public persona and your private feelings are intertwined. You’re drawn to roles that let you nurture others or lead with compassion. There’s potential here for fame, leadership, or public admiration — as long as you don’t lose touch with your emotional truth. Relationships, too, are part of your image. Love can bring you status, but it must also bring sincerity.

🌒 Moon in the 11th House

You bloom in community. Friendships aren’t casual — they’re essential. You seek people who hold your heart gently, and once you trust them, you hold on tight. Sometimes too tight. Your moods can swing between adoration and detachment. You dream of a better world — and your tribe matters more than most know. Love can sometimes get lost in the crowd. But the right person will feel like your anchor and your freedom. Emotional loyalty is everything.

🌒 Moon in the 12th House

You feel deeply, but quietly. So much happens beneath the surface — emotions unspoken, thoughts unshared. There's a rich inner world in you, full of secrets and softness. You're drawn to the hidden parts of others, and sometimes to love affairs that exist in shadows. You don’t always trust that people will understand you, so you hide. But healing comes when you let someone really see you. Love doesn’t have to be loud to be real. And yes — your soul needs solitude, but not loneliness.