#anna 💗

[always-andromeda]

hi meda 🌸

the other day, i was sitting under a tree at the park, barefoot on the grass. it was warm but there was a slight breeze that made it all bearable (you know the kind?) and that little moment made me realize how good life felt. and it hadn’t felt good for a while so the fact that i managed to find this again kind of made me want to share some goodness with everyone. because we all deserve it.

so first and foremost, remember to eat something (even something small—it’s better to eat an apple or something that makes you happy than nothing at all) and to stay hydrated.

summer is near, better days are to come and whatever you may be struggling with, you’re almost there. i know it’s hard but it’s all going to be okay very, very soon.

if no one told you this today: you are so loved, so valued. thank you for being here with us, this community would not be the same without you in it <3

sending so many hugs, kisses and lots of good vibes ✨

much love,

anna 💗

Oh, Anna, thank you for sending out such a lovely message. Your asks really do act as a little life checkpoint, if that makes any sense lol. That being said, in the past, summers have usually been a time where my mental health spirals the worst. But this time…I’m feeling a lot more hopeful. I have a few exciting things lined up in the next few months and I can’t wait to get to them. Thank you for spreading the love and I hope you know just how loved and valued you are too, sweetheart. 💛

[joelscurls]

hi jess ☀️

after a few days spent in the sun and getting too much energy for my body to contain, i’ve decided to get rid of that extra energy by spreading some good vibes around here!!

it seems that we’ve collectively gotten our asses kicked by january and february but march has begun, spring is almost there and the best part? you’ve managed to make it this far and i am so so proud of you!!

whatever you’ve been through in these past few months, know that i appreciate you. i see you. i love you.

this is your reminder that beautiful things are to come. please hold on tight, little flower and until then, a little something to lift your spirits up

here’s to a beautiful spring filled with joy and laughter with joel

much love,

anna 💗

anna - this is so beautiful & sweet 🥺 thank you 💗 i hope your march is wonderful!

[anna-scribbles]

if the olympics were really in paris then ladrien would’ve kissed by now

[foreverinthepagesofhistoryy]

~ ♔ ꧁ OTMA ꧂ ♔ ~

❧ “In the darkness of the mystery which surrounds the fate of these innocent children it is with poignant emotion that I recall them as they appeared, so full of life and joy, in those distant, yet incredibly near, days before the World War and the downfall of Imperial Russia.”

❧ “Olga was perhaps the cleverest of them all, her mind being so quick to grasp ideas, so absorbent of knowledge that she learned almost without application or close study. Her chief characteristics, I should say, were a strong will and a singularly straightfor, ward habit of thought and action.”

❧ “Tatiana was almost a perfect reincarnation of her mother. Taller and slenderer than her sisters, she had the soft, refined features and the gentle, reserved manners of her English ancestry. Kindly and sympathetic of disposition, she displayed towards her younger sisters and her brother such a protecting spirit that they, in fun, nicknamed her "the governess."

❧ “Marie had splendid eyes and rose-red cheeks. She was inclined to be stout and she had rather thick lips which detracted a little from her beauty. Marie had a naturally sweet disposition and a very good mind.”

❧ “Anastasia, a sharp and clever child, was a very monkey for jokes, some of them at times almost too practical for the enjoyment of others. I remember once when the family was in their Polish estate in winter the children were amusing themselves at snowballing. The imp which sometimes seemed to possess Anastasia led her to throw a stone rolled in a snowball straight at her dearly loved sister Tatiana. The missile struck the poor girl fairly in the face with such force that she fell senseless to the ground. The grief and horror of Anastasia lasted for many days and permanently cured her of her worst propensities to practical jokes.”

- Anna Vyrubova (friend and personal confidante of Empress Alexandra Feodorovna)

[pshwrldd]

hi my nana i am so proud of you you worked so hard and i believe you will do great in every matter 💗

my lily baby😖 not only sending me a million congratulations, motivations, and sweet messages, still appears in my inbox💗

this is what you call a sweetheart<3 ilh so much i cant even describe it. Im so thankfull for my baby and i wish i can run and hug her till i squish her. I will never regret meeting her and forever appreciate my baby<3 anyone want to hate her? U HAVE TO PASS THROUGH ME FIRST🙋🏻‍♀️

she deserves all the ilys and thank yous in the world. I love her so much, despite being friends for a short while? Yes. Because im glad we can click woth each other, relate, make eachother laugh, smile, cry (out of happiness) and others.💗 this is the girl who i would always read back our messages to make me feel happy. She always manages to lighten uo my mood and be there for me no matter what<3

ILY MY JIWOO, MY BABY, MY SAYANG, MY SWEETHEART, MY HONEY<3 (yes this is how much i appreciate her and love her because i would so anything in my power to make her happy, AND I MEAN ANYTHING 💗)

(istg this girl know how much i love minghao and always manages to make me happy with his pictures and using him😖)

@icyy-hoon

[jessythebunny]

~🏳️‍⚧️ my oc's sexualities🏳‍🌈~:

I know the pride month has gone months ago but I just want to give you my oc's lgbtq headcanons😅✨

Jessy

Asexual

Messy

Heterosexual

Liam

Bisexual

Lucy

Heterosexual

Jonathon

Bisexual

Rami

Pansexual

Venessa

Pansexual

Ken

Bisexual

Saiko

Genderfluid

Alex

Transgender

Owen

Aromantic

Otis

Genderfluid+Pansexual

Zack

Gay

Anna

Lesbian

Jack

Omnisexual

Jasmine

Bisexual

John

Pansexual

Mike

Straight ally

(Wow finally Mike decided what his sexuality would be althought he's only 3 years old.)

[writing-good-vibes]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Strawberry? I normally pick chocolate."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[magicshop]

I don't even have to try 😭

[always-andromeda]

hi meda☀️

after a few days spent in the sun and getting too much energy for my body to contain, i’ve decided to get rid of that extra energy by spreading some good vibes around here!!

it seems that we’ve collectively gotten our asses kicked by january and february but march has begun, spring is almost there and the best part? you’ve managed to make it this far and i am so so proud of you!!

whatever you’ve been through in these past few months, know that i appreciate you. i see you. i love you.

this is your reminder that beautiful things are to come. please hold on tight, little flower and until then, a little something to lift your spirits up

here’s to a beautiful spring filled with joy and laughter with joel

much love,

anna 💗

Thank you so much, Anna!! I’m so glad that you’ve soaked up some sun. And I swear, your energy and warmth is so hugely appreciated. Aside from that, the moodboard is gorgeous; I always love a little dose of game Joel. 🥰

Here’s to hoping that the spring brings better things for all of us. 💛

[joelscurls]

hi jess!!

happy valentine’s day 💋

- me + joel <3

aw, thank you Anna! this is so sweet 🥹💗

[dayas]

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

Oh 🥺 Well I think that I do a good job grounding emotions in a scene and making them feel realistic.

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[thefloatingwriter]

tagged by @enobariasdistrict2!! list your top five songs from your on repeat playlist and have people choose their favorite 💗

[heartstringsduet]

Will post my snippet tomorrow because heat and thegeneralexistence has flattened me

[pshwrldd]

Umm guys…? SERIOUSLY WTF. THIS IS WITHIN A DAY. THANK YOU SO FREAKING MUCH?! DXHXJXH YOU DONT KNOW HOW HAPPY I WAS AND I IMMEDIATELY JUMPED OUT OF BED. i love yall so much☹️ you love and support is the best djdbdh💕 no but seriously, without you guys, i wouldn’t even have the motivation to write THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOUUU💞

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[yearningaxe]

My girls getting outfits together at the same time & BHVR even put a heart next to their cosmetics 🥹🐰❤️‍🔥🦊💞 I'm beyond elated that my girls got another soft confirmation 🥰🥹💞😭🦊❤️‍🔥🐰💞

[jessythebunny]

~🌟My oc's pronouns🌟~:

•✨My team✨•:

Jessy (me): She/her/they/them

Messy: She/her

Jonathan: He/him

Liam: He/him

Lucy: She/her

Rami: He/him/they/them

Venessa: She/her

Ken: He/him

Saiko: He/him or she/her

Alex: She/her

Owen: he/it

•♣My enemies♣•:

Anna: She/her

Zack: he/him

Otis: he/she/xhey/they

•👨‍👩‍👧‍👦My family👨‍👩‍👧‍👦•:

Jasmine: She/her

Jack: he/him/it

John: he/him/they/them

Mike: he/him