#erewhon

(none of these photos are mine)

“I'm very happy with my life and I wouldn't take back any mistake I've made because it's made me who I am today. I live a very honest life, and I'm happy with the way I'm leading it.” - Nicole Richie

♡ Write a letter to your future self.

♡ Write what your top five favorite movies, albums, artists, songs, characters, perfumes, etc.

♡ List random things you love

♡ Write where you wanna take a trip to in the future.

♡ Write your own little movie reviews

♡ List down your favorite books

♡ Stick clothing tags on a page

♡ Review/rate a new album from your favorite artist(s)

♡ Write your most listened to songs of the week/month

♡ Write down movies/shows you wanna watch

♡ Rate/review perfumes

♡ List your ins and outs for 2025

♡ Write your dream wishlist

♡ List your favorite flowers and why you love them

♡ Lyrics from songs

♡ Your first impressions of your friends

♡ A bucket list

♡ Your favorite activities

♡ Write a fake letter to someone who has hurt you (let it all out)

♡ Write your favorite recipes

♡ Stick tickets or receipts to a page

♡ Make to do lists

♡ Your favorite things about each season

♡ Lines from a book/movie/video you loved

♡ Magazine pages

♡ Decorate a page with random stuff

“Loves it” - Paris Hilton

As always, thank you dolls for reading until the end!!

Remember to do what you love and stay pretty👜

Xoxo, Arielleslipgloss 💋🎀

hollis frazier-herndon x erewhon!fem!worker

summary: a guy keeps showing up at your job without ever actually ordering anything, just excuses and too much time spent at your counter.

word count: ~920 words

authors note: tbf i don’t even really like erewhon but this little blurb is soso cute, anyway feedback is always welcome and actually needed so pls don’t be shy, but nonetheless profitez bien, mes angels

you work the tonic bar at erewhon.

it’s not as bad as people think. the drinks are overpriced, yeah, but the job’s easy enough. you blend, you pour, you smile, you call out names that sound like they came from pinterest boards.

and sometimes celebrities come in.

not too big of a deal. they usually grab something expensive, take a few pictures, maybe tip, maybe not. in and out.

you don’t really care anymore.

—

until him.

—

you don’t recognize him at first.

just another guy walking in like he knows people are looking at him. blonde hair tied back, something dark and sheer layered over his frame like he doesn’t care if it draws attention.

it does.

someone stops him near the entrance. quick picture, quick smile.

then he’s walking toward the tonic bar.

toward you.

—

you almost mess up an order.

it’s subtle, but you notice it. the way your hand pauses mid-reach, the way you double-check the label like you suddenly forgot how to read.

he notices too.

“busy?” he asks.

his voice is calm. a little amused.

you don’t look up right away. “always.”

“good,” he says. “means you’re good at it.”

—

you glance at him then.

just for a second.

he’s already looking at you.

—

“what can i get you?” you ask, professional.

he leans slightly against the counter, like he’s not in a rush.

“don’t know yet.”

you raise an eyebrow. “you came up here without knowing what you want?”

“i had an idea,” he says. “just forgot it when i got here.”

—

you don’t smile.

but you almost do.

—

you start wiping down the counter instead, waiting.

he doesn’t leave.

—

“what’s your name?” he asks.

you say it without thinking.

he repeats it back, slower.

“that’s cute.”

you blink at him. “you say that to everyone?”

“no.”

he tilts his head slightly. “just you.”

—

you finally let yourself smile, just a little.

“you still haven’t ordered.”

“right.”

a pause.

“so what would you pick?”

—

you tell him something random. something overpriced. something people only order because it looks good on camera.

he nods like it matters.

“sounds fine,” he says.

you wait for confirmation.

he doesn’t give it.

—

“so is that a yes?” you ask.

“not really,” he says. “i just wanted to stand here a little longer.”

you stare at him for a second.

“that’s not how this works.”

“it is today.”

—

he doesn’t move.

you sigh, but it’s not annoyed.

“you’re wasting my time.”

“you don’t look that busy.”

“i am.”

“then i’ll be quick.”

he leans in slightly.

not too much.

just enough.

“you’ve got really pretty eyes,” he says.

—

you pause.

recover.

“you don’t even know me.”

“i do,” he says. “you just don’t know i do yet.”

"oookay then,"

you turn to grab a cup.

“anything else?”

“no.”

—

and then he leaves.

—

no drink.

no receipt.

nothing.

—

you stand there a second longer than you should.

then go back to work.

like it didn’t happen.

but it does happen again.

and again.

—

until it stops feeling like chance.

—

“you don’t even like this place,” you say one afternoon when he shows up again.

he leans on the counter like he owns the time.

“i like it fine.”

“you’ve never ordered anything.”

“i’m not really here for that.”

—

you glance at him. “then what are you here for.”

he doesn’t answer right away.

just looks at you like the question was always obvious.

—

“whatever you’re making,” he says.

—

you shake your head slightly.

“that’s still not an order.”

“doesn’t need to be.”

—

you study him for a second.

then turn back to the blender.

“you’re weird,” you say.

—

he shrugs.

“you know you like it.”