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zerobaseriize · 1 month

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If the planets all faded away.... | song eunseok 🌒 🪐

pairing: song eunseok x female!reader

genre: romance, soulmates with matching birth marks (tbh read to find out), slight angst, drama.

warnings: none?? i re-read just to make sure

w.c: 1.16k

synopsis: coming into a small town, you encounter someone you've been waiting years for.

a/n: first work on tumblr. i've reread this so many times just to make it perfect! enjoy :) i cried while writing this. if this receives a lot of love, i might turn this into a series!

Groaning, you shut off the alarm ringing from your phone. The time on your alarm clock read 6am.

You rushed through your morning routine, ready to find a new job and place to call home. The hotel you were cooped up in was getting boring.

Minutes passed and as you told the receptionist of the hotel that you didn't not want housekeeping to stop by today. Instead of viewing the city and coming back hours later, you mentally decided that you would go job hunting.

Walking through the small town center, you smiled to yourself. A warm breeze filled with floral smells reaching your nostrils. Strolling through the town, you noticed that a lot of the bakeries and cafes had hiring signs up. Checking your watch, you decided that 8 am was a good time to start asking for job applications.

You paraded happily down the small city blocks, seeing families and couples enjoy their time together. A bitter sweet feeling blossoming in your heart. Your mind pre-occupied with the thought of having a soulmate. A soulmate that had the same birthmark and soulmark as you.

The soulmark on your wrist was unlike any other you've come across. Not even like your parents. The soulmarks you've encountered have looked like constellations. Even the ones described online and in the textbooks said they resembled stars.

You resented fate since day one because yours was a replica of Saturn, its rings and moons. History entails that one would find their soulmate between the ages of ten and twenty. Yet, here you were in your mid twenties with no soulmate in sight.

Shaking the sad thoughts from your head, you decided to look up. Your face quickly transformed into one of shock. Heart quickening in its cage.

Twenty feet in front of you, across the street from where you were, there was a bakery. It wasn't just any bakery though.

The name on the building and logo of the cafe caused your insides to flip what felt like a full 360 degree turn, butterflies pooling in your stomach.

Cafe Saturn.

It was the exact same of the birth mark on your wrist. A carbon copy of the soul mark blossoming on your skin. Even with the same pattern of Saturn's moons depicted in it. Standing there, your legs glued to the sidewalk floor, you were convincing yourself that it was just a coincidence.

Just as that thought settled in, the see-through glass door of the cafe opened.

The smell of freshly baked pastries and coffee followed the presence of the man who now stood in front of the cafe.

As if on autopilot, the man looked straight at you.

The romance novels and accounts of soul mates meeting did not nothing to prepare you for this point. All the color and luminescence of the world turned pitch black. Your eye sight shutting everything out. All that you could see was his body. Everything around you becoming shrouded in darkness except for his enamoring existence.

The butterflies in your stomach grew in waves. The waves hitting the beach floor with full force. It was as if a humming of nervousness pulsed throughout your whole body, watching the young man freeze almost in realization.

Looking down at your own body, all you could find was the mark on your wrist. Your body shrouded in darkness as well. Your soulmate mark glowed neon green, a painful pulsing growing as it's neon color grew in brightness. Running your left hand over your soulmate mark, you noticed the man jump back and caress his fingers on his birthmark. The goosebumps on your arms intensifying as you felt ghost-like fingers caress your mark. Looking up at the man, his brown hair waved against the invisible wind. His head shot up, eyes making contact with yours across the street. He raised his marked wrist to face you. Waving crazily, he crossed the un-busy street. His rushed footsteps outweighing the sound of the breezy small town.

With every footstep meeting the dark pavement, colorful hues followed his path. Each footstep he took, the world came back to life.

Your thoughts were going haywire, witnessing his beautiful silhouette finally grace the irises of your eyes. Watching as his foot planted itself on the curb beneath your feet, you basked in his beauty. He rose way beyond your height. The brown irises of his eyes rapidly moved across the features of your face. Almost as if he was taking every detail of your face and ingraining it into his memory. Mapping the terrain of his newly discovered world, you did the same. Your eyes not hiding from his gaze, silently caressing the mark on your wrist.

His pink lips slightly wobbled, and at that moment, you broke. The nervousness suddenly gracing his features and you vowed to yourself then and there that you'd never want to see him sad. Ever.

"Hi." He shared, as he tried to collect himself.

Smiling, you let go of the tears that were already pooling in your eyes. His gaze suddenly following the path of the tears before making eye contact with you again.

"Hi..... are you the owner of that cafe?" You asked, your right hand gesturing from the same cafe he ran from.

Looking down at you to meet your eyes, the man's nervous expression was transformed by his laugh. His wondrous eyes filled with warmth, the corners of his lips spreading and exposing his gorgeous teeth. His laugh was magic to your ears. Your eyes followed his arms as they raised up to hold his chest, as if he was containing his laugh. Collecting himself after a few moments, He asked, "Was that not obvious?"

He Continued to peer down at you questionably. A smirk gracing his divine features. Heat rose up from the bottom of your neck and crawled up to the top of your cheeks. As almost sensing the reaction happening within your own body, his brown eyes flickered back and forth from your lips and back to the brown eyes. You couldn't help but drown in his eyes. The more you looked, the more you felt like you were under a spell. Seconds passed before you realized then that you never answered.

Sensing your nervousness, he let out, "My name is Eunseok. The owner of Cafe Saturn. Welcome to our small little town."

It was then that you realized: everything was going to be okay. Acknowledging your overwhelming feelings, you couldn't help but admire him. The brown light flooding from his eyes, the flush in his cheeks and the serene expression that overcame his features as he gazed at you. You knew then he would never hurt you.

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lomllover · 1 year

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snow on the beach.

summary: y/n is on tour and harry joins her for one of her songs pairings: singer!yn x boyfriend!harry warnings: so so much fluff - You had been on tour for a total of five months and this was your final show for a little bit.

"Alright, Chicago are we re-" You began to say and saw a sign that made you laugh. "Wait hold on.. can I read your sign?" You asked the fan in the crowd and waited for their answer.

"Yes!!!" The girl shouted back at you and held her phone up higher to get a better angle of your guys' conversation.

"Her sign says, 'Y/N please reject me so I can move on'.. What's your name?"

"Charlotte!" She responded.

"Well Charlotte, you'll be very upset to hear that I have a boyfriend," You smiled as the crowd got louder at the mention of Harry. "And I think he would also be upset and a little jealous if he read your sign. What if we brought him out to confirm that?" You said with a smirk and watched as Harry walked onto the stage.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and gave it a light squeeze. "Now what's this I hear about you trying to get with my girlfriend?" He asked once everyone settled down.

Charlotte laughed and shrugged. "Have you seen her?"

"Have I seen her?! Of course I have! She's smokin' hot."

You buried your face into Harry's side as your cheeks turned red and shook your head. "Shhh.. okay.. We have one more song for you and I was going to bring H out to sing it with me so your sign was amazingly timed, Charlotte." You turned to Harry and gave him a small nod. "Ready baby?"

He nodded and you both put your mics on their stands as the band started playing.

"One night, a few moons ago I saw flecks of what could've been light. But it might just have been you passing by unbeknownst to me." You started singing and smiled at Harry. "Life is emotional abusive and time can't stop me quite like you did and my flight was awful, thanks for asking. I'm unglued, thanks to you." You shifted your weight from one side of your body to the other to start singing the chorus. "And it's like snow at the beach weird, but fuckin' beautiful. Flying in a dream stars by the pocketful you wanting me tonight feels impossible but it's comin' down no sound, it's all around."

Harry couldn't help but smile big at you singing that he almost forgot to start singing his part. "This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen. I searched "aurora borealis green" I've never seen someone lit from within blurring out my periphery," He watched as a couple in the pit started dancing with each other so he couldn't help taking his microphone off his stand and moving closer to you. "My smile is like I won a contest and to hide that would be so dishonest and it's fine to fake it 'til you make it 'til you do, 'til it's true." He sang as you turned to face him.

"Now it's like snow at the beach, weird, but fuckin' beautiful. Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful. You wanting me tonight feels impossible. But it's comin' down no sound, it's all around." You both sang together. "I can't I speak, afraid to jinx it. I don't even dare to wish it."

You both moved down a couple of stairs to the cat-walk part of the stage and sat down on them then Harry started singing again, "But your eyes are flying saucers from another planet. Now I'm all for you like Janet. Can this be a real thing?"

"Can it?" You finished the lyric and held his free hand. "Are we falling like," You started this lyric for him to finish as small pieces of white confetti started falling down from the ceiling to act as snow.

"Snow snow at the beach? (Snow at the beach) Weird, but fuckin' beautiful. Flying in a dream (Flying in a dream), Stars by the pocketful. You wanting me (You wanting me). Tonight feels impossible, but it's comin' down. No sound, it's all around." He finished the song and you both stood up to bow to the crowd and blow them kisses.

"Thank you everyone so much please get home safe tonight, I love you all so much. Thank you for the best 5 months of tour I could ever ask for." You looked down at Charlotte and blew her a kiss. "Thank you." You mouthed to her and she smiled big.

You and Harry left the stage and went back stage to your dressing room. "That was so much fun, H. Thank you for coming and singing with me." You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug.

"Anything for you, honey." He nuzzled his face into your neck. "I love you."

sooo what'd you guys think?? pls make sure to lmk and reblog this story if you did like it to help my account grow! i love you all so much and thank you for taking time to read my stories. <3

#harry styles x reader #harry styles stuff #boyfriend!harry #harry styles one shot #harry styles #harry styles writing #harry fic #harry edward styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles x you #harry x reader #harry's house album #harry update #snow on the beach

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kikijackson-blog · 2 months

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A Relaxing Day At The Beach

Readers 18+ Only

Summary: You spend a lazy day at the beach with the boys. Inspiration for this came from yet another Lana Del Rey song called Music To Watch Boys To. Hope you like. Mentions of Angel, Creeper, Coco, Gilly and Ez.

WARNINGS: Just some light language and naughtiness.

You dig your toes into the warm sand, the smell of the ocean and sounds of the waves crashing onto shore always took you to a special place, one of peace and tranquility. You could easily fall asleep, the ocean waves and songs of seagulls flying over the sky was like nature’s lullaby. On any other day you would have already dozed off but this day was not like any other day.

“Ey, watch what the fuck you doin’. You damn near knocked my beer out of my hand.” Gilly shouted to Coco who had bumped into him.

That was the third fight that had broken out in the half hour that you’d been here. Kids. It was like watching kids fighting over petty things. If it wasn’t one thing it was another. It’s like they look for any excuse to start shit, like they don’t know any other way, it’s all they’ve known you surmise. You put your headphones on, the ones with the flowers on them. You roll your eyes and hit play on your phone, the sounds of Smashing Pumpkins’ ‘Today’ flowing through your ears drowns out their shouts. No, there would be no peaceful napping on the beach today.

Still it was quit amusing watching them argue now that you couldn't hear them. Using body language and your knowledge of their individual personalities, you could imagine quite accurately what they were saying to each other or re-imagine what they were arguing about. You make a game of it, adding your own narrative to the scene.

“That ain’t my fault though. You shoulda had a better grip on it.” he grinned but Gilly wasn’t haven’t it. Gilly gets in his face and Coco bracing himself for a fight.

You wonder how far this will go before someone intervenes. You always like to watch Coco get all worked up, he’s very… passionate. It often leaves the mind wondering if he’s that passionate in all things. It doesn’t take very long before Ez is there trying to break it up.

You look around and find Creeper hitting on a random girl he just met, or at least attempting to in his own way. Large breasted and nearly half his age, the woman was clearly out of his league but he was either oblivious or didn’t care. Wild horses couldn’t drag away Creeper’s confidence. He’s showing her all his battle wounds. You wonder as he points to one in particular why he thinks that would actually work but it does. The girl’s face softens up and you could almost hear the ‘ay, poor baby.’ as she traces one of his scars. He of course is all smiles reminiscent of a kid in a candy shop. Oh he is trying to fill his bag with sweets today.

He tried that on you once but it hadn’t work. You had just snickered and said, “well maybe next time don’t get shot.” That had led the entire club in an uproar of cackles and ribbing on Creeper but he didn’t care. If it had bothered him it did not show one bit. He’d just smiled innocently at you, “that’s okay y/n, one day you’ll change your mind and I promise I won’t mock you when you do but I might make you beg for it.”

You turn your attention to the ocean but it's not the waves that have caught your eye. It’s the tall dark haired man walking out of the water that you are drawn to. Beads of salt water trickling down his body, you count each one only to lose count as a new one falls down. One particular drop catches your gaze and you follow it down to his abs. You’ve heard of washboard abs but your curious as a kitten mind questions if you could actually wash your delicates on it. A naughty smile creeps across your face as you imagine yourself washing your panties on those abs while still wearing them, you bite down on your lower lip to hide it and begin singing along to distract yourself from your own fantastically kinky thoughts.

The drop you’ve been following takes its painfully slow time to make its way down, further down, way down until it reaches its final destination, the very edge of his black swimsuit. Leave it to Angel to be wearing speedos. Unaware that you were even still gawking you let out an audible gasp loud enough to both snap you out of the most delicious thoughts and get the others’ attention but you paid no mind. Angel’s eyes were on you now and there was a storm brewing there, a dangerous one. One of amusement, desire and lots of mischief.

“You like what you see, babygirl.” It was a statement not a question. Like he knew he was that hot, like he knew if he just reached between your legs he’d find your bikini bottoms soaked. That ego and the confidence of this man was through the roof.

“Yes, Daddy.” You answer in your sweet good girl voice.

Oh yes there was definitely a storm coming, one that promised to fulfill all unspoken fantasies, even those you’ve never acknowledged to yourself.

#mayans x reader #coco cruz #coco cruz fanfic #coco x reader #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes fanfiction

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the-lekhika · 11 months

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Pavitr Prabhakar Headcanons

I wanted to write some so here it is. Heavily based on Indian culture & things.

Is a tea addict and would not miss a chance to drink it with Parle G biscuit. Does not like to share but for his s/o, would make an exception.

Calls his love interest “Meri Jaan” (My Life) and hums the song with the same title from Gangubai Kathiawadi.

When he’s feeling somewhat naughty during a conversation; he’d wink and say “I’m not as pure as you think” and grin like he’s made the greatest pun ever (Pavitr means Pure in Hindi)

Long night walks at Juhu beach while eating ice cream or peanuts are his ideal date ideas (he lives in Mumbai after all).

LOVES LOVES LOVES ARJIT SINGH. Sings the “Main Tera” part from Kalank title track when he’s slow dancing with you. Also scrunched his nose at “Love Storiyan” like the rest of us (“what are they making him sing?!”)

Will dramatically sing the dhoomtananananaaaa music at every possible moment.

Once watched Aahat (a popular Indian show about supernatural things) at night as a kid and is now terrified of ghosts.

He will not spare anyone during holi (the Indian festival of colors) do not come near him he will paint you with colors that will not come off for at least a week.

Whenever he’s scared or stressed, he’d mumble “Deva Shree Ganesha” under his breath because the line “darr bhi uss se dara re, jiski rakhwaliya re” [“even fear is scared of the one who is guarded by Him (Lord Ganesh”)] gives him strength

Maggi is the only thing he can cook

More of these would probably come, because I’m never getting over Pavitr Prabhakar and the fact that he’s Indian.

#pavitr prabhakar #spiderman #spiderman india #spiderman across the spiderverse #headcanons #pavitr prabhakar headcanons #spiderman headcanons #desi #desi tumblr #just desi things

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focsle · 2 months

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Re-recording! Tho...idk how I feel about this mic. Whatever.

Poem written by Henry Glover, a former schoolmate of Samuel Comstock who orchestrated the mutiny on the whaleship Globe in 1824. And I put it TO MUSIC because I’m partial to bloody boat songs.

Stanzas under readmore.

His sun rose unclouded and brightly it shone In the pride of the morning and promised a noon Of glory and gladness; it sank to the flood In blackness and blindness, and tarnished by blood. Disowned and dishonored its last gloomy glare Was shed on the grave of young mutineer

Tho’ beardless his cheek, yet his was a soul That knew not a master, that brooked no control; Tho’ beardless his cheeks, yet his was a hand Acquainted with daggers; a voice to command, An eye that wept, a heart without fear, Were the pride and the boast of the young mutineer.

He lies on the beach of a lone desert isle, His dirge the green billows are chanting the while, As they in wild tumult, roll over his head, And wash the high rock, that marks out his wet bed; There lies with a heart that ne’er knew a fear, The mangled remains of the young mutineer.

He lies on the beach, the cold waters beside, And dreadful and dark was the death that he died No mother mourns o’er him, no fond fair one weeps Where far from the land of his father he sleeps. But the rude swelling waves, and the sea birds career On the wet sandy grave of the young mutineer.

He lies on the beach by a comrade in guilt, His forehead was cloven, his best blood spilt. The cries of his victims have risen to God, And their wailings were quenched in the murderer’s blood. He fell without mourners, for none dropped a tear O’er the mangled remains of the young mutineer.

He lies on the beach, where the weeds and the shells, Mark the bounds of the sea, where in tumult it swells They scooped him a grave, and there laid him at rest And heaped the wet sand on his bare, bloody breast. And they rolled a huge rock and planted it there To mark the lone grave of the young mutineer.

In the years that are coming the seamen will tell Of murders and murdered, and murderer’s yells. The tale, the lone watch of night will beguile When they sail by the shores of that desolate isle. And their beacon shall be, as they thitherward steer, The black rock on the grave of the young mutineer.

#sing songs

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chadillacboseman · 2 months

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Okay but could I have a few crumbs of Doc on vacation? He's at a beach-cliche but listen-no shirt or one of those silly hawaiian shirts (more preferably shirtless), he's goin on about how important sun screen is and offers to help his boo, then hes in the water and his hair is wet he's smiling he's happy I mean PLEASE

He deserves to be happy!!!!

"A vacation?" Gustave sounds skeptical as Sam watches him from across the desk, "There is still so much for us to-"

"For them to do," Sam cuts him off with a raised hand, "Wolfguard can handle themselves. You need to be away from this place."

Gustave sputters indignantly at the idea- he's a team player, he doesn't want Wolfguard to go into the field without him. But Sam is insistent, an unmovable object with all the stubbornness that comes with that many decades in the field.

So Gustave is given the boot and he heads home to you with two free weeks on the horizon, courtesy of the fact that he hasn't used a single vacation day in years.

You're surprised when he walks in the door. He's never home this early. Part of you panics that something bad has happened, but he offers you a small smile as he places his bags on the counter.

"Sam insisted I take a break," he pulls out his phone and punches in a website that displays flights, "How does Hawaii sound?"

You can't remember the last time you saw Gustave unwind. The burden of the Nighthaven situation. The loss of Harry and the re-emergence of Gerald Morris. He'd carried the weight of the world on his shoulders for what felt like months.

Maybe it was.

But now, here on the beach, he looks like a different man. He's shirtless, leaned back on a towel in the sand. His hair hangs down onto his sun-kissed forehead, and his eyes are closed contentedly.

"Relaxation looks good on you," you nudge him with your shoulder and he hums with a broad smile.

"Have you got your sunscreen on?" sometimes, it's hard to turn 'doctor mode' off.

"No," you answer simply and he tuts in disapproval.

"Here," he motions for you to scoot closer and he dispenses some sunscreen into his broad hand, "It's important to wear it, ma cherie."

"I know, I know," you roll your eyes animatedly and he chuckles.

Gustave runs his hand along your shoulders, then your middle back. He uses the momentary closeness to kiss your neck and you chastise him with a playful swat.

"Hard to resist," he murmurs before patting your back to let you know he's finished.

Out in front of you, the ocean rolls in gentle waves, the water creeping up onto the sand with each one. Gustave's eyes are glittering as he stares out at the vast, unending blue.

"I think I hear it calling your name," you say in mock sing-song and his eyes crinkle at the corners as he grins.

Gustave rises to his feet and offers you a hand that you take to stand alongside him. His face is full of a childlike mischief you haven't seen in months, and when he speaks he sounds as if he's ten years younger.

"Race you."

The sand slows you both down, but you keep up with him until you're bounding into the water with him with a laugh. A wave crashes down and a splash of saltwater soaks his hair as he stares at you, his gaze soft.

"What?" you question and he shrugs. His salt and pepper hair is in disarray, but for once he's not pushing it out of his face.

"I love you," he finally offers and you give him a quick, chaste kiss that makes him smile.

Gustave can't remember the last time he truly relaxed. The last time he was able to just enjoy his time with you without the burden of work fairly breaking his back.

"I love you, too."

Maybe Sam is right. Maybe his vacation days don't have to sit, stagnant and piling up. Maybe Wolfguard is fine in someone else's hands when he can't be there.

Maybe it's what you both deserve.

#someone quick! draw doc in a hawaiian shirt for me #god nerfed me when he didn't give me the ability to draw #i'd be so so SO much more annoying #doc x reader #gustave kateb x reader #he looks so tired in that cinematic :(#let him have a beach day!!!

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twogyuu · 1 year

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svt: when your bias is not him

pairing: svt x gn!reader

synopsis: and if you're bias isn't your s/o?

genre: crack - literally don't take this seriously lol

warnings: alcohol in soonyoung's, jealousy for some members

wc: 525

a/n: i don't usually write idol!au's like this, but inspiration struck with this fancall of cheol being annoying (affectionate) lol. for shits and giggles!

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seungcheol:

Absolutely not! This is blasphemy and will not be allowed!

"I thought what we had meant more than this!" **ends facetime early**

Suddenly, all your non-$.Coups pc's are on Mercari being sold under user @/choiseungcheolmyoneandonly.

jeonghan:

Frankly . . . doesn't even know you were into SVT to the point of having a bias 💀

Mildly irked at first, but not sure why.

When he realizes he's jealous, the green had already faded - he knows he has you at the end of the day.

joshua:

He is a realistic man.

Biases and s/o's are different - it's no biggie.

Unbothered king ✨

. . . .

soonyoung:

Pretends to be unbothered, but it's eating him alive fr fr.

When he gets a drop of alcohol or two inside him, all the pouts and feels come pouring out.

Ice is no longer cold - it's a metaphorical representation of your heart towards him 😠 How could you NOT love him in all his horanghae passion?

jun:

Aaaahhh . . . he's a tough one to predict.

He doesn't really care if you're bias isn't him, but he'll bring it up playfully every now and then just to use it against you playfully 🤔

Will end up giggling when he sees that he's pushed you enough and getting annoyed. Pulls into a back hug to make up for it.

wonwoo:

Jeon 🧍‍♂️

BTW did you see this video of him reacting to a fan's cat? It was so pretty - he wished you were there; you just had to see it.

jihoon:

"Thanks for the inspo, love - I have a new song drafted for this scenario already."

**changes his studio passcode**

. . . .

seokmin:

Crying in the club on the regular.

Perpetrator of the "mingyu anti-club" account on twitter that got shadow banned by Pledis.

Refuses to hold your hand on night outings - "why don't you ask your bias? kIM mInGyU."

mingyu:

Crying in the club part 2.

How could you!? His best friend and fellow 97 liner, Seokmin too!

Dodges all your pecks: "Sorry - I don't kiss traitors. You should go ask your bias LeE doKyEoM."

minghao:

Too busy planning post-retirement plans living by the beach with your bias/future neighbor Mingyu to care.

. . . .

seungkwan:

VERNON??? BESTIE, ME TOO, ME TOO.

Anyone else though (especially Chan), he might be a little snarky with you.

**sips iced Americano and gives you THE boo seungkwan side-eye** 😑

. . . .

vernon:

"You like me enough to date me, but not enough to bias me?" (iykyk)

Confused™

Bro, he just wanted to know if you wanted to re-watch Shrek with him (a/n: yes).

. . . .

chan:

"Seungkwan? Aahhh . . . I guess that's . . . nice."

Constantly squirming in his seat after you admitted your bias wasn't him though - did he do something wrong? It's not that big of a deal, he shouldn't be thinking this hard. But still . . . how could it still be Seungkwan out of all ppl?

"Hey," **pokes and crosses his arm** . . . "You still love me most, right?"

#seventeen headcanons #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader

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siremasterlawrence · 4 months

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Re-mapping The Mind Of A Mobster

Thomas Tommy Marksman is the hottest guy with a dilf look to him on my block and he is about to be my type for the rest of his life whether be likes it or not because I say so.

I see him from across the room with the very harsh cold like look to it fiercely taking his time down the block, I can here is powerful feet pound the pavement as their cracks on the ground.I took a deep breath, summoning all of my will, letting my strength consume as I walk up to him, he stops looking down he stared deep in to my soul.

I let my right hand behind mg back pull out to cut his arm, he screams angrily looking at me and he picks me up by tee shirt lifting me up in to the air.I am now facing him head on as I lifting the fake and plastic knife to my lips licking the blood as it settles on my tongue sinking in to my blood stream.

He stares at me horrified at the sight of me, he is all so in awe of my nerve as well as my gut to do so, and he is scared dropping me as he makes a run for it.I grab him by his elbow twisting it so hard as he stops on impact, his facial expression is a sight to behold frozen in time and he is now empty.

As if he is hollow he stood mindless, empty and ready embrace everything I say simply put I am your life and he will do as I instruct of him.I shove him to the side placing my hand firm on to his neck yanking him forward as we my lips touch his and we make out with such intensity.

“What is happening to me? Who am I?”

“I am your Master Lawrence “

“You are my slave Thomas”

“You serve me with every intention in the world.

“You fall to your knees now”

“You submit completely to me”

“Mmmm…I am at your mercy “

“I love your Tom”

“I love you Master”

“This body is my playground”

“Yes Master”

“Your mind is a game “

“Play it”

“Do you want dance “

“Put a suit on”

“As you wish “

“Take me out for dinner “

“I would love too”

The end

Jamie’s Sandy Spell

Jamie Harvard is a non typical surfer always catching the ocean waves surfing away in to the deepest, darkest and most beautiful mysterious stories ever written.I walk out on to the beach setting my lovely beach towel on top of the sand, the air is on top of me flowing through the air and soon enough the umbrella is up.

He sails in when I caught him I took a grasp of sand in to my hand imbuing it with my own inner energy radiating and sink it all of the it consuming the sand.Once he lands back I race after him meeting him head on, he can’t stand me pushing me to the side and I hit him head on with the magic sand.

Hitting his back it absorbs under his skin in to his blood stream soon enough his head is speeding at unknown levels and he falls in to the sand.I laugh a bit touching his head I begin to pet him, I scratch his hear lovingly as he moans in pleasure and his lips start to curl in a sexy smile.

“What the fuck happened?”

“Hi Alan”

“You are that guy”

“Listen to me Alan”

“Okay sir”

“I am your Master”

“You kneel at my feet”

“You will see only me”

“I am your center “

“Because you serve me”

“I am your God”

“You love only me”

“You are madly in love with me”

“I consume you to your core “

“I am all that matters”

“Who am I?”

“My god, my world and my everything “

“Sir Yes Sir”

The end

Swimming In The Deep

“A real mermaid?”

“Merman”

“Sorry”

“Did you call me?”

“Yeah! Sorry about this “

“About what ?”

“Watch this “

“Bubububu”

“Stop playing that “

“What this horn?”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Why are you doing this?”

“You belong to me now “

“YES”

“You shall surrender willing to me”

“YES”

“All that you are and have belongs to me”

“I am serving you in all parts of my existence “

“The beautiful song”

“This song is like a Lullaby “

“It the most seductive tune”

“So deeply empowering “

“You are swooning to it “

“Madly in love with me”

“As a merman you will aide me”

“You will love me”

“You are all mine”

The end

#tom hardy #jamie lomas #henry cavill

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illicitlimerence-writes · 2 years

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a man after midnight | p. gasly

pairing: pierre gasly x reader word count: 2.7k words request: nope. prompt: ice-cold cocktails + staying up till sunrise from this prompt list. warnings: not actual smut but like allutions to it, a loooot of abba and mamma mia! references (can you guess what i watched while writing this for inspo?) really really recommend listening to 'voulez-vous' and 'gimme! gimme! gimme!' whilst reading this lolol since this was inspired by the horniest songs in mamma mia (if this does well maybe 'lay all your love on me' could be a part 2 a/n: happy september first! happy return to hogwarts! august really slipped away into a moment in time. we have one summer fic left! (yes, i know summer is almost over buuuuuut, we’re about to enter seasonal depression and i feel like we all (me) need a little more fics about sunny days at the beach. (btw, after i’m done with the summer of love event i will focus all my energy into sorting out my masterlist) also! to all my french readers or ppl whose first language is french, the last sentence won't make much sense for y'all! sorry! (i mean, maybe? kinda? but like not in the way i meant it)

my masterlist / summer of love masterlist

greece had been a dream. you’d been planning for that trip for so long, it had always been a dream of yours to visit a place with such rich history and a lot of views that seemed straight out of a movie.

the first week had been dedicated to tourists attractions, athens, santorini, and finally, mykonos.

you decided to spend the last week of your trip there to wind down from the hectic and tiresome previous days. everything was perfect, the weather, the people, the food. one thing you still had to try out were the nightclubs.

you’d been sitting in your hotel, half past twelve, watching re-runs of a tv show. you had your window opened, the summer breeze was just cold enough to make the heat bearable. you’d been exploring the city early that day, and it had left you quite exhausted. once you got enough from the show you were barely paying attention to, you stood up, walking to the window and seeing the dark of the streets out. as you looked to the side, you saw colored lights, and through the distance, heard music playing. and it was like a lightbult went on over your head, like your prayers had been answered.

why were you all alone in your hotel when you could be enjoying a night out? even if it was past midnight, you were sure that the clubs in mykonos would welcome a tourist in need of fun, and you were sure you wouldn’t be the only one there.

you wore a black dress, one that hugged your body perfectly and made your confidence go sky high. your matching black heels clicked against the cobblestone streets as you made your way to a club, neon lights illuminated the dance floor, and the music playing wasn’t like the obnoxious booming the other clubs played.

you decided to go for it, if this place wasn’t to your liking there were many more options to go instead. after going through the bouncer, you smiled in relief. it was way past 1am, but there were not too many people, most of them were girls in big groups, and the guys there seemed decent at first glance.

you approached the bar and asked for a light, fruity cocktail to get started. you smiled in thanks once the bartender handed it to you, you brought it up to your lips, wincing a little as you swallowed the ice-cold drink. it was good, though, and it brought a smile to your lips as it helped fight the heat. so far, so good.

you walked to the dance floor, keeping to your spot as you swayed to the beat. it felt nice to let loose every once in a while. you drank some more, with less than a half still on your glass. you decided to save the rest for later, wanting to avoid the hassle of returning to the bar. you wanted to focus on enjoying the night, and the people welcoming you to the dance floor.

your eyes met clear blue ones, on the other side of the club. you smiled at him, and kept dancing as you looked somewhere else. a group of girls to your right invited you to join them, you agreed, walking a few steps towards them. after a few minutes of dancing, one of them grabbed your arm and twirled you around. you laughed, feeling eyes on you once she let go of you. you looked back, seeing the same guy still looking over at you. he was talking to, who you assumed, were his friends, but every few seconds his eyes and attention drifted away from the conversation, traveling to you.

you smiled, turning your back to him. in the dark of the club, with colored neon lights, he looked hot.

you downed the rest of your drink, excusing yourself from the group and walking to the bar.

“another one, please. ice-cold, just like the last one,” you asked the bartender, who nodded and started preparing your cocktail. you turned around, leaning your back against the counter, scanning the room for nothing in particular.

“this one’s on me,” you heard, turning your head to the side, you came face to face with the guy you’d spotted minutes earlier.

“oh, it’s okay, thanks,” you said, shaking your hand.

"please, it's just a drink," he insisted, "how about an exchange?" he asked, you raised an eyebrow.

"and what would you like in return?"

"how about your name?" he lifted a corner of his lips, his answer made you chuckle.

*smooth," you nodded your head, thanking the bartender. "(y/n),"

“i’m pierre,” he said with a gleam in his eye.

“nice to meet you,” you said, standing on your tiptoes to reach his ear, so he could hear you over the loud music.

“it’s your first time here?” he asked, moving so he was in front of you, his breath hitting the skin of your ear and neck. you nodded, giving him a small smile. “what do you think?”

“it’s beautiful,” you couldn’t stop the sigh that left your lips as you thought about this place that took your breath away when you thought about it, “do you live here?” you asked.

“no, i’m here on holiday too. i’m from france,” your eyes widened, a hot french guy in greece.

“i’ve been wanting to go there as well! but since i was little it’s been a dream of mine to come here,” you bit your lip as you looked into his clear eyes. “i don’t think i want to leave,” you admitted, laughing. pierre nodded.

“i come back here every chance i get. besides home i’d say this is my favorite place,”

“i haven’t left and i already want to come back,” you sighed, closing your eyes as you took a sip from the cold drink. “it exceeded all of my expectations. the movies don’t compare to the real thing.”

“let me guess,” he started, a smile on his face, “mamma mia?” he raised his eyebrows as his expression turned playful.

“guilty,” you nodded, “it’s one of my favorites.” you bit your lip, shrugging.

“it’s a good movie,” he lifted a shoulder, smiling. “do you want to dance?”

“with you?”

“i’m a pretty good dance partner,” he smiled wide, your eyes instinctively drifting down to his lips.

“maybe some other time,” you declined politely, “i’m quite tired,”

“just one song, please?” pierre placed a hand on your arm, “you won’t regret it,”

“i don’t like this one,” you shook your head, aware that you were playing hard to get.

a lightbulb seemed to go on over his head, his eyes widened a little as a smile settled on his face.

“stay here,” he told you, and walked away, you lost sight of him once he mixed with the crowd of people dancing. you stayed there by the bar, enjoying the last of your drink. you paid for both of them, since it had been a few minutes and pierre still hadn’t returned.

you decided to go back to your hotel, stepping down the few steps leading to the bar. your head perked up once you heard a familiar song begin. the people on the dance floor recognized it as well, since they started cheering and dancing to the beat. you turned to the dj, to the guy next to him, who stared at you with a smirk on his face.

a song from ‘mamma mia!’ playing in greece. how predictable.

you laughed, shaking your head as pierre made his way to you. he offered his hand, a smirk on his face.

“you can’t tell me you don’t like this song,” he had a gorgeous shine in his eyes, that popped up against the white shirt he wore. the first three buttons were undone, letting you see a good portion of his chest, a golden chain reflecting with the lights.

“fine,” you gave in, letting him guide you to the middle of the dance floor, as you walked, grinning, you couldn’t help but think how fitting the words of the song he chose were to your situation.

now is all we get. nothing promised, no regrets.

“voulez-vous?” you heard his voice in your ear as he twirled you around, keeping your back pressed against his chest. you chuckled, feeling a chill running down your back. you decided to play along this game, moving your hips side to side, placing your hands on top of his, drifting them down your body, settling them on your waist. he held on tighter, throwing caution to the wind and placing a kiss to your neck.

you turned around, throwing your hands around his neck, fingers curling on his golden hair.

“i know what you think. ‘that girl means business so i’ll offer her a drink. looking mighty proud, i see you leave your table, pushing through the crowd,” you sang, pushing your body closer to his, as he couldn’t help but smile, aware of the accuracy of the words.

when you first landed in greece, the last thing you expected to do was dance with an attractive frenchman, who held you both delicately and posessively, who asked the dj to play a song from your favorite movie only to dance with you.

maybe it was the lights, the drinks you’d had, the suggestiveness of the song, that gave you the courage to raise to your tiptoes and place a quick kiss to his lips.

it took him by surprise, at first, but amusement filled his face as you moved your hands to grab his face, singing the next verse with your lips touching his.

“ain’t no big decision. you know what to do. la question c’est ‘voulez-vous?’,” you raised an eyebrow, almost daring him to make the next move. it felt like the rest of the club had blurred away, and it was only you and pierre, it didn’t matter that you two only met each other minutes ago.

it’s like the song said. nothing promised. no regrets.

his lips on yours felt like being lit on fire. it was hot and messy, full of need and curiosity.

just one night. one night of being careless, of losing fear and daring to step out of your comfort zone, to experience something new. something without promises, without regrets and what ifs.

“do you want to?” he translated it for you, his breathing was heavy and hard as he leaned back, one of his hands was holding the back of your head, something you missed as he kissed you.

the song encouraged you. take it now or leave it. now is all we get.

when else will you get a chance like this?

you answered by pressing your lips against his, your hand finding his as you walked back, leading him out of the club.

throwing your head back in ecstasy, a smile formed on your face as you felt pierre’s lips on your neck, placing quick kisses, combined with soft bites all over your skin. you were both breathing hard, trying to catch your breaths after three intense hours of exploring each other.

everything ached. you dropped down on top of him, your breasts pressed against his chest as exhaustion took over your body. he circled your waist with an arm, turning you over so your back now rested against the mattress and pillows.

“any regrets?” he asked, leaning his weight on his elbow as he stared at you.

“no, nothing.” you shook your head, a blissful look on your face as you bit your lip, thinking about the past few hours.

“good.” he said, leaning in to kiss your cheek. he moved back, leaving the bed. you took advantage of the view, not believing the amazing times you would’ve missed had you not agreed to go with pierre. “the sun is rising,” he said, bringing you out of your thoughts. you turned to him just in time to see him pulling his boxers up.

“no way,” you made a sound that was a mix of a gasp and a chuckle, “it’s 5:30am,” you looked down at your phone, “no wonder everything hurts,” you dropped your head down on the pillows, feeling the bed dip as pierre sat on it, you felt his face against yours a second later.

“i hurt you? you should’ve told me, i-”

“no, no,” you placed a hand on his chest, “you didn’t hurt me, it’s just… it’s been way too long since i, you know. and for so long, as well,” you reassured him, watching the way his face changed from worry to pride. “stop,” you placed a hand on his face, laughing as he grabbed it and pressed kisses all over it.

“it has been a true pleasure, honestly,” his voice somehow got lower, huskier.

“i can say the same thing,” you laughed as he dipped his head down to kiss your neck, throughout the night you’d noticed that he really liked that spot, and you were sure that the skin there was tender and most likely, red or bruised. not that you minded. the sun sneaked in through the windows of pierre’s hotel room, and you realized that was still something you hadn’t checked off your greece bucketlist. “i want to see the sunrise,” you said, your hands on pierre’s shoulders. he looked back, seeing the scenery through the window, and when he looked back at you he pressed your body against his, your legs around his waist instinctively, and carried you out to the balcony. bedsheets around you and everything. “wait,” you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck, but he didn’t stop, he sat on the floor with you on his lap.

“ma belle wanted to see the sunrise, and that’s what we’ll do,” he smiled, proud of himself. you couldn’t hold back a grin, so you leaned your head against his shoulder, seeing the sky change colors, your head moved up and down to the beat of pierre’s steady breathing. “i had a great time last night,” he said after a few minutes of silence. your lips curled up as you lifted your head.

“me too. i mean, if it wasn’t obvious,” you chuckled, feeling heat rushing to your cheeks. “i’d never done something like this before,” you confessed.

“what?”

“a holiday hookup,” you looked at the sky, watching as it settled into a golden daylight. the sky turning its usual shade of bright blue.

“ah,” he laughed, “and what did you think?”

“i think you’ve ruined it for any other guys in the future,” you chuckled.

“well, that’s a confidence boost,” he leaned his head back against the wall, a cocky grin on his face.

“like you need it,” you joked, “i think i should get going,” you said, but made no attempts to actually get up.

“will i see you again?”

“maybe.”

“maybe?” he asked, his hand playing with the skin of your back, trailing his fingers up and down.

“i haven’t left yet and you already want to meet me again?”

“yes. today, and tomorrow, and the day after that. i liked you. and i liked… what we did all night.” was he blushing? you swore you saw a pink tint on his cheeks. “and if that’s okay with you, i’d like to use the time we have here to get to know you better.”

you were left speechless for a few seconds, but the sincerity in his voice calmed your fears.

“don’t go sharing your devotion,” you leaned forward, brushing your lips over his. “tonight. same place. midnight.”

“okay. yes, perfect.” his eyes widened a little in excitement. “i will be there.”

“good.” you nodded, “i don’t have anything planned for today,” you raised an eyebrow, hoping he’d understand what you were trying to say. the way his eyes shifted from happiness to… want told you everything.

“you’re gonna love the bathtub, i think it’s big enough to fit us both,” he declared, standing up with you in his arms, walking you to the bathroom. he tossed the bedsheets to the side once he reached the door. “voulez-vous?” he asked again, you only nodded in reply.

since that night, you couldn’t listen to the song without thinking about pierre. and your friends and family couldn’t quite decipher why you came back home speaking more french than greek.

@idkiwantchocolatee @yeolsbubbles @spideyanakin

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Treat Me Right, I'm Still A Good Man's Daughter

Long haired Dream looks like Noel Fielding.

A/N: So...my dad let me read The Sandman comics when I was way too young. He had his copy from when they were first released and he gave them to me when I was like...nine. So we've been sitting here, watching this show, and all our nerd dreams are coming true. And when I tell you that the frame by frame, panel by panel, shots make our day, I'm not even kidding.

part two!! part two will be under editing bcs i just re read it and it's horseshit but it's there if you want it.

Before he disappeared, eons ago now, Morpheus, Dream of The Endless, had a friend.

She was beautiful, smart, funny. She completely contrasted Morpheus, and while the Mortals called her Aiode, Song of the Three Muses (Melete, Aiode, and Mneme. Practise, Song, Memory), She much preferred to go by Y/N around friends and people she trusted.

And Morpheus was pleased to be one of those people.

They made a great duo in their time, Dream and Song. They were inseparable and while it looked like Y/N was following around Morpheus, he was just as happy to have her by his side.

Even Death was a little shocked at the pair.

But, as Death was a constant reminder of, all good things have to come to an end.

Eventually...the mortals stopped believing in Gods like Y/N. Whereas Morpheus didn't need to be believed in to exist, Y/N did, and so did her sisters.

And slowly...ever so slowly she began to fade away.

She spent her last moments by Morpheus' side, giggling away on the steps of the Pantheon. They both knew what was coming, they could see her going translucent, her fingers slowly fading, her shoulders hunching and her eyes sinking.

Once their laughter was finished, and she wasn't much left she turned to Dream, "I love you, y'know."

"I love you too." He whispered, hardly audible.

And then...she was gone. And for the first time Morpheus felt grief. True, unashamed, unyielding grief.

He felt as if his neck and heart had been torn out and he'd never know how to replace them.

***

Centuries had passed and there wasn't a day he didn't think about her. The way she would never stop humming or singing, how she swayed to imaginary music constantly or how she would raise her eyebrows at him before falling into his side.

Dreams had come and gone, faced trials and tribulations, let his kingdom fall and re-built it from nothing in the time that she was gone. And still, he thought about Y/N non-stop.

And it was a warm summer evening when Matthew came squawking into his throne room, landing on the top of the chair and began to fidget. He was in the middle of a conversation with Lucienne and sighed before asking what was wrong.

Matthew let out a cry, "There's a woman...she just randomly appeared on the beaches of The Dreaming. She asked to see you, but she wouldn't stop walking so I don't know where she is at the moment."

"What did she look like?" He asked, not feeling all too interested.

"She had E/C eyes...uh...h/c hair which probably isn't much use to you, but she wouldn't stop humming or singing." Matthew began to furrow at his feathers before he was slightly jumped by Morpheus' abrupt standing up.

"I have to go. Matthew, find me that girl. I'm going to check the Beaches." His cloak appeared out of nowhere and he whipped it around his shoulders before he disappeared into grains of sand.

It took him mere seconds before he appeared on the beaches of The Dreaming. His eyes frantically searched for someone, a person from long ago...or traces of her. Footsteps, whispers of song on the wind.

And then eventually, he found her.

She was sitting atop of one of the dunes, her hair blowing in the wind, a smile on her face and her fingers in the sand. He could hear her singing a song from long ago.

A love song.

#the sandman X reader #morpheus X reader #the sandman greek gods #the sandman netflix #Lord morpheus #lord morpheus X reader #Dream of the endless X reader #dream X reader #Dream X you #morpheus #sandman #the sandman

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cherrielip · 2 years

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lemon lollipops and salt

pairing: tom grant x fem!reader

summary: when a misterious girl comes to Cornwall Tom’s life turns upside down and her, frankly, too. maybe, just maybe, Tom hopes he could be happy this time…

warning: this part is minors safe but be aware that next one won’t be! technically this part could be read as a separate piece.

re blog if you like the story, that’d make me happy :)

Tom closed his eyes, lips curling into a Cheshire cat-like smile. He leans back, the coolness of the pub stone wall feels pleasant on his heated skin. He hears the crackles of ice in his Gin & Tonic. Something he’d never normally choose over a pint but today he felt rebellious. Taking a sip, he feels his mouth explode into millions of stars as the drink slides over his tongue. The lime bites his tastebuds. Tom cautiously opens one eye to peer around the crowded room. The pub is warm and dimly lit, buzzing like a beehive with the sound of conversation, laughter, glasses clinking and slow indie songs rolling off the speakers. Outside, it’s still boiling hot, the passersby hold onto their cold drinks, surfboards and towels as the heatwave refuses to leave Cornwall.

Inside, it smells of cigarettes and well-worn aged wood. The air is heavy. It makes the soft curls at his nape stick to the skin. It’s a rare occasion for Tom to have a day off. The hot summer temperatures are in full swing and it's hard to get out of bed in the morning. Tom Grant never thought of himself as a lucky guy. Just a regular Cornish lad with a tedious summer job at the beach inn. But he grew to love the place over time even with the lingering memories of Ruth that he could still taste at the tip of his tongue.

Tonight he doesn’t dwell on it too long as he sees you coming back from the bathroom. It is still a mystery to him how just the sight of this girl makes his edges soften and a tight knot appear in his belly. Tom takes another sip of his G & T, feeling the bubbles roll between his lips causing a prickle in his mouth. He is lost in thought, considering how he doesn't like mysteries. But you are a mystery and he chuckles at how cheesy his thoughts are.

The first time he notices you the sun is set high up on the horizon. The waves crashing against the rocks like a thunderstorm. The salty sea air is warm and humid to Tom’s nose as he folds his arms on top of his head to shield himself from the sun to get a better look at this stranger girl.

Ripped denim hangs low on your hips exposing a sliver of skin just under your striped tank top. He reckons no one actually wears such jeans anymore. Is it still 2003? Or maybe Earth made a full circle back and he didn’t care enough to notice. Your feet in dirty Vans stumbled over a trailer step, a suitcase falling over. Somehow Tom can’t help himself but chuckle softly when your glossy lips mutter ‘shite’.

He stares at his own well-worn Vans, hands in pockets when he gathers enough courage to crack a joke (which is not funny at all, but hey, he at least tries).

‘Happens to me all the time’ he squints his eyes from a bright sun.

You give him a side-eye and laugh. Suddenly he finds himself helpless. He feels lost in the face of feeling that somebody finds him funny. He watches as your lips, delicate pink and inviting, curl into a smile.

‘Yeah, right?’ your voice is bright and sickling sweet like honey on his morning toast.

Fuck him.

Later he curses himself for not actually helping you with that bloody suitcase.

Next days his mind wonders to you more than he’d like. Tom thinks that he probably is going crazy, he’s overreacting. For sure. Love and touch starved that’s what it is. But Christ he can’t help himself but hope to see you again. And again.

On a Tuesday evening, he readies himself to go back, surfboard tucked under his arm, towel hanging over his neck. Tom freezes when you walk out of the water, body slick with salty droplets. Your skin glistens under the rays of the setting sun and fuck, there is so much skin for him to see. It might be lulling rush of the waves sounding like an angel's wings. Or the glimmering sun that kisses the skin in the most secret places where your bikini hugs your body but he’s dumbstruck and doesn’t realise you had spoken to him, waving a hand at him.

That’s when he learns your name. He rolls it on his tongue as if to taste how it sounds when he says it.

It sounds good. Heavenly.

His voice quivers just a tiny bit when you offer him your hand, eyes big and bright, smiling like that at him.

‘I’m Tom’

He squeezes your fingers between his and shivers. You’re hot to touch.

The next time he notices you, the night with its soft paws slowly comes down onto the resort covering the space around with a feather-like inky coloured veil. The air was filled with the laughter of people, smoke from the cigarettes floating around, intertwining with the salty ocean breeze. It felt as if clouds fell in love with the moon, roaming around the night sky that offered the best view of this starry canvas above sleepless tourists. You sat outside your trailer on a lounge chair, bare feet propped up on the little table. There’s an open bottle of beer and a book in your hand. A cigarette between those pretty lips. He almost dies when you smile at him. His feet carry himself to you on their own accord when you summon him.

He looks boyish and slightly flustered. You try to hide a smile feeling the tips of your ears burn. You hope he feels the same but your heart skips several beats and you can’t really think straight.

‘It’s a crime to be working on such a lovely evening’ you salute him with your beer bottle.

Tom mumbles something extremely dumb under his breath, trying to hide a blush that creeps up his face. Still, your giggles explode into laughter. Your smile could burn him from inside out and Christ, he would not mind being reduced to ash.

You laugh. You’re laughing at his stupid jokes and it makes his belly burn with earning heat. Tom thinks he’s a fucking creep eyeing you like a lemon lollipop on a sunny day but he can’t help himself staring at you.

Your voice is gentle, it is full of light and it reminds him of carefree childhood days. His chest swells and he’s afraid it’ll explode because fuck, he could just eat you up.

Oh, get a grip.

‘You want one?’ you point to a beer bottle and he only manages to nod.

You smile in response and it warms his cheek with a grin. You disappear inside your trailer.

He’s sitting opposite your lounge chair when you hand him his bottle.

‘Here you go, good sir’ fingers brushing against his.

He stumbles over his words, blushing profusely. ‘Thank you, my lady’

My lady.

When beer bottles are half empty your conversation drifts into discussing one another day, the unpredictable weather, and how good this beer is. You mention the documentary you saw recently on BBC and Tom shares his love for Paolo Nutini’s music. You both agree that the guy is a bloody genius.

Tom wonders if could this be any more perfect and can’t stop himself from remembering that day on the beach and your bikini.

He rambles about his favourite Nutini songs, you looking at him with those big, shiny wet eyes that make his heart flutter. That night he dreams of you.

So now when he sees your figure walk over to the bar he watches you intently.

You gather your hair, thick and dry from salty water, and secure it in a loose bun. You feel the droplet of sweat rolling down your nape, tickling the softest skin on your back. It disappears behind your summer dress, following the route of your spine. Daisies on your dress flutter as you walk, hugging your thighs with its silky touch.

He calls out for you.

And god, your name never sounded more perfect than now.

#tom grant (make up)#tom grant x reader #tom grant #make up 2019 #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #tom grant smut #tom grant x you #tom grant x fem reader #tom make up #joe quinn make up

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mafiatsunafish · 11 months

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“You have your eyes on that boy, don’t you baby?”

Jake’s mother asked him when they were already outside of The Hard Deck, sitting on the beach, listening to the soft waves goings with the light of the bar luminous at their back. She came to visit him after the mission ended, to make sure that her baby is still alive. There was crushing hugs and tears between them, but now they were that the Hard Deck for the celebration.

“What do you mean, mama? Who?”

Jake confused at what his mother asked him, what boy? (he knows)

“ You know, baby, I’m your mama, you can’t really hide things from me. Beside, it wasn’t like you even tried to hide that longing, heart eyes of yours to the piano man.”

“Mama....”

“His song reminds me of when i first met your father, awful at flirting with his words but was a wonderful piano player. He somehow decided to played Great Ball of Fires just to impress me. And he kind of succeeded, you know?”

“Mama, you’ve told me this for the nth time already. But the boy you mentioned one hates me to gut and two he definitely didn’t try to woo me like Papa with you .”

He and Rooster, somehow, for some reasons, aren’t exactly friends, but going through live dead situation can change a lot of things. However, Jake was sure that the man is still see him as an asshole and hate him pretty much.

“Really, baby? Because you two weren’t that subtle with that I’m good thingy as I saw earlier, either. I have eyes and I see two idiots pinning at each other, my baby.”

She grinned mischievously at her son, while he burred his flushed face into his hand.

“Mama!!!”

She said nothing and started to laugh out loud at her baby shouting. Young love, she thought amusingly.

(so, mama and papa Powell did in fact, staring in the background of the piano scene in the movie, so this is what my head decided to think about after re watch it for a redacted number of times. She seems so sweet so is mama Seresin. )

#hangster #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #mama seresin #fishy.hc #top gun #top gun maverick #rooster #hangman #rooster x hangman #i have a love hate with Great ball of fire #because i am classical trained and absolutely sucked at songs like that #idiots in love #mamas knows best #glenn powell

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Enhypen Hyung Line as Taylor Swift's Songs from the Midnights Album: Heeseung as Lavender Haze

⎡ Check out other members: Jay as Midnight Rain ||| Jake as Labyrinth ||| Sunghoon as Snow on the Beach ⎦

‣ Lee Heeseung as Lavender Haze

The vibe of this song just screams Lee Heeseung. Like picture meeting his eyes in a crowded room as the opening of this song plays and when Taylor sings "meet me at midnight", he breaks into a knowing smirk at you before disappearing into the crowd, making his interest and intentions evident, inevitably beckoning you to follow him.

He seems like a hopeless romantic so I feel like once he falls in love, he falls deeply. Always willing to go the distance and break the rules, all for you.

Like being engulfed in a Lavender Haze: a state of being and mind that is so intoxicated and warped in love where nothing else matters and that it’s just he and you, against the world.

So picture this: Heeseung is a really famous singer who, for obvious reasons, does not have the liberty to date freely. Being the rulebreaker he is though (re: Heelift), he still pursued you relentlessly until you eventually succumbed though you warned him that you won't let him throw his career away for you and that dates with you would have to be done covertly, if not, in utter secrecy to protect him and his career.

Hence why whenever you guys date, it would always be in the dead of the night, far away from others. Basically, there would be a lot of sneaking ins and outs; 24-hour diners at the rural parts of town; midnight picnics; midnight waltz; road trips; sunset-watching; randomly purchasing the last train ticket to who-knows-where; and the list goes on — all just so that you guys can maximize whatever little time you had together. It's almost like once midnight sets in, you guys enter another parallel dimension where there's only you and him shrouded in the darkness and desolation of the night. Though such a perfect world shatters the moment the sun rises.

As devastating as that usually is, you two found that such limitations is exactly what makes your relationship and feelings for one another strong. For just like the saying, "absence makes the heart grow fonder", your affection and passion for the other grows, forming mountains, in each other's absence. Then in the limited times that you guys get to spend with one another, the love and passion just overflow, dripping in every little actions and words, in silence and in chatters. During such dates, every moments are savoured, maximised, solidifying the mountains into something unscalable.

Then there’d be those overnight dates at home, which always start out very playfully and lightheartedly: games, blanket forts, roaring laughters, ranting/venting sessions, movie marathons, pillow fights, and so on.

Then the clock strikes a certain hour in the middle of the night when the tension builds at such a dangerous pace with every stare and touches — threatening to overspill and tip over by the second. Like a Lavender Haze engulfing the whole room, it stupefies and intoxicates you two. Suddenly, the stares linger, the gaze darkens, the smile falters, the gaps narrows, the breathes hitch — silencing every thoughts and words, leaving only actions capable to convey whatever is simmering within. Every innocent lighthearted kiss would then easily escalate into a full-blown intense make-out sessions that lasts for so long that only your swollen lips and hickeys could tell. Very often too it could easily escalate into ((redacted :P)).

(Alternatively) imagine if you guys weren’t dating but are instead in this confusing state of relationship where you guys were doing too much for one another as friends but at the same time, have never transgressed the explicit boundaries that would have decisively tip the friendship over either. Though , deep inside, you two knew what was bubbling underneath all the lingering stares and touches.

So being in a lavender haze would really be that moment when you guys let the simmering tension erupt. Where all rationality drowns. Where all that matters is just what is in front of you — not what will happen, not what should happen. Just the present moment.

"You know this could break our friendship right?" you cautioned Heeseung as he took a few steps closer towards you, his doe-eyes darkening in desire with every step. You had sometimes caught a glimpse of how such gentle eyes could darken in such intensity before, but you had never let it linger for a second too long as you knew full well of what would unfold otherwise. Hence you had always been the first the break the eye-contact, putting a stop on whatever is festering. However, you're no cyborg and tonight, you find your brain outpaced and you knew that your time at dilly-dallying with your feelings, with his feelings, was up. “I do,” he answered calmly, his voice was a few octaves lower than usual. It always took him so much effort to stop himself in all the near-misses with you especially as someone who naturally follows his heart more than his head. But one can only bend out of their element for a number of times before breaking and tonight, he knew the cracks had spread far too wide to contain. “I won’t stop you if you go now,” he breathed, eyes boring into yours as if trying to gauge your deepest secret. You swallowed thickly, getting increasingly lulled by the intensity of his gaze, the increasing proximity, and the dimmed lighting which was casting a purplish glow around the room — almost as if reflecting the confused state of your mind within. You could feel your brain going on overdrive, its left hemisphere working hard calculating and assessing every scenarios that could span out from this moment and every implications that would arise as a consequence. But as you back into the table behind you and the gap between you and him increasingly narrowed, all the rationality and logical mental-works in your brain started drowning under the weight of your suppressed and unaddressed, emotions and you find yourself asking aloud a question which you knew the answer to, "and if I stay?" "Then we'll get to see,” he drawled as he wrapped his fingers around the side of your neck as his thumb lightly tip your face up to his, his lips now hovering just a few centimetres away from yours, “when it comes to ruining our friendship, will the heart or the head triumph in anticipating its consequence...” His eyes flitted momentarily away from your lips to your eyes, as if giving you a last chance to stop him, but as you stay rooted, he closed the gap, pressing his lips gently onto yours, letting the warmth envelope and spread, from your lips to your senses, melting every thoughts and emotions. You feel his other hand crept up your back, pulling you closer towards him as he turned his head sideways to deepen the kiss, letting his actions express all that he had longed to tell you. In tandem, you loosened up, letting yourself be lost in the heat of the moment, in the burning passions and emotions, in his safe and warm embrace — a non-verbal cue on your side that tells him that, for him, you’ll make the exception and let your head shut up for once.

A/N: As a huge music bluff with an overactive imagination, I have been thinking of creating this series, largely inspired by all those TikTok videos of “Enhypen as xx Songs”. As you can tell from this post, the twist in this is that, instead of just associating a song with a member, I will complement it further with some short bulleted imaginative scenario of how the song fits them or the scenario. This is a fairly self-indulgent piece of work (series) so apologies in advance for how much of a mess it would be — hope it appeals to some nevertheless! Let me know what you guys think since I am also testing the waters here with this series :3

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