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sehnsuchts-trunken · 19 hours

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I want half-naked Elliot yoga on the beach, hello?????

Hope you're doing well :D Here's my request Could you do a scenario where the farmer is trying to draw Elliott in still life, but the farmer keeps getting distracted by him? (Not in a nsfw way but like in a 'I can't believe you're so beautiful way.')

Hope that's specific enough!

I just realized you asked for NOT NSFW and I kinda went that way;;; shit my bad. I'll try again later;;;; -----------------------

Hot damn.

My paintbrush halted midair, the paint growing impatient with me now from the lack of actual painting being done.

But who the hell could blame me?!

I came down to the beach with the plan to paint the shoreline, something I could hang in my bedroom and remind me of beautiful days like these. When the sun is shining, the sand is toasty beneath my feet, the ocean breeze is refreshing—

And Elliott is half naked doing yoga on the beach.

His toned body stretching as he raises his hands up above him, reaching for the sky before bending back down and–

Those shorts should be illegal.

My canvas was practically blank, a quick scribble of the shore and a splash of color for the sand and… nothing else. I craved to paint Elliott there, his tanned skin shining in the sun while his sweat glistened between the grooves of his muscles…

His shorts were so short, so… so painfully short he may have been wearing nothing at all. They were a deep red, complimenting his skin tone and begging me to run over and have a quick bite.

“Ya know.” I jumped at a voice beside me, dropping my brush into the sand and ruining the paint that rested on its tip. “Ya could just take a photo. I bet your mobile device has one of them little cameras.”

“It does,” I replied with a roll of my eyes and picked my brush back up. “Does he always do yoga in the summer?”

Willy shrugged. “Sometimes, he was tryin ta get the others to join in on morning yoga but none showed up. Was a few years ago he asked though.”

“I’d be there in a fucking heartbeat.”

Willy laughed, hard enough to grab Elliott’s attention. Who simply tuned and smiled back at us with a wave. Shit, even his underarm hair was sexy–

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Keep it in yer pants, farmer,” Willy said with another laugh. “Maybe try coming back tomorrow, see if he’ll teach ya.”

Elliott transitioned into another pose, his knee tucked under his chest while his back leg laid out behind him, his groin going all the way down to the ground as he let his chin rest in the sand.

“I--” I paused, watching as he adjusted and his buttom popped up into the air as he dropped his chest even lower into the ground. “I need to learn that pose.”

“Yer blushing, kiddo.”

“Think he’d kneel behind me and help me get into position?” I said with a grin, officially pushing Willy too far who only shook his head at me.

“Kids these days,” he mumbled under his breath as he made his way back to his shop.

I laughed and began packing my things away. Maybe I wasn’t able to get much painting done today, but at least now I had enough material to get creative in the privacy of my bedroom..

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 19 hours

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good lord he's so perfecttttt no wonder I married him!

Can I request some head canons for being married to Elliott please?

** Hi Anon! I'd love too! the romantic nerd that is Elliott need's some love sometimes - Bean**

Elliott Married life Headcanons:

Reader is gender neutral

When you and Elliott are dating he's the normal level of clingy but oh boy, once your married he's practically stuck to you like glue. his love language is physical touch in times when his vocal vocabulary fails him to express how much he loves you through words.

He tries his hardest to help you around the farm, watering crops is his favourite farm chore. he may or may not have tried to have fed the chickens once…. it didn't go well, so sticking to plants is his go-to.

Tries his hardest to cook for you. did he burn down the kitchen once? yes, does he also manage to set fire to the toaster every time he makes toast? also a yes but he is determined to give his S/O the best food they've ever tasted to show gratitude to them for all they do.

!LOVE! !LETTERS!, even sat next to you or far away as in the book tour he did. he's writing to you and about you, what? he can't help it the man practically can't stop gushing about the fact that he's your husband! (With him being a writer it means his letters are full of words of love spoken so beautifully but with a lot of romantic clichés)

This man has a whole collection of hair products and hoards them like mad in your bathroom, good luck trying to find any space in there for your stuff. but now you know how he keeps his hair so silky and smooth.

Everywhere Elliott goes he always keeps at least several of your wedding photos with him either in his pocket or in his wallet. it makes him smile every time he looks at them plus he likes to constantly show them off.

Make him crab cakes once, he's smitten but every week? he's in paradise. who knew married life was so blissful.

He loves to kiss, your forehead, hands, shoulders, mouth and when he's feeling very romantic your neck. this man practically worships the ground you walk on he's never gonna miss an opportunity to kiss you.

If you like to Braid his hair or put flowers in it, good luck trying to change it or asking him to take them out. That man will protect the braids you put in his hair as if his life depended on it.

Sometimes he looses track of how long he's been writing or in a block for. just remind him to look after himself and bring him something to eat as he's terrible at looking after himself sometimes.

His favourite way to relax and end everyday is sit on the porch with his S/O with a book watching the sun go down, it's cheesy but that's Elliott for you.

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 20 hours

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another from my stardew valley zine with @onechrispy

#elliot my beloved #I'm back in my stardew phase I've been playing nonstop for the past week

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 3 days

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I wanted to write but there's a henry cavill movie on tv so. guess who's not writing tonight

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 4 days

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Hi! I love your work! Can I request for the seaside prompts nr.19 with Jake? Thank u so much 🩷

the prompt, for anyone who can't remember (i couldn't either, it's been like half a year): "they carry you bridal-style into the water"

also thank you so much honey!!! <33

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Jake's eyes were fixed on you and you squirmed under his gaze, already dreading whatever was about to come. There was a faint hint of a smile on his lips, but it looked more directed at himself than at you. Your hands slipped off his jaw and came to rest against his bare chest, ready to push him away if necessary.

"What?", you asked carefully, eyeing him up. Not that you had much means to fight whatever it was he had planned. You were spread out beneath him, completely at his mercy. Usually that had you feeling a different type of way.

"Just admiring my beautiful girlfriend", he muttered, his fingers tightening on your jaw again. He pulled you in once more, lips meeting his in a slow, almost lazy kiss. Your shoulders slumped a bit and you relaxed as your hands drew up and down his skin. Sometimes you really were a bit too mistrustful.

Yeah.

Not today though.

You shouldn't have believed him as easily as you did. Because as much as he did stare at you and as much as he did admire you in daily life, today he had absolutely been planning something, sharpening in the back of his mind, and it happened much too quickly for you to realise.

His arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled away, his fingers splayed out against your bare skin and within less than a second (it seemed) he was standing and you were stumbling against him, still a bit light-headed from the kiss. He bent down again to adjust his grip, to lift you up before you could react in practically any way except to loop your arms around his neck and cling to him in shock.

"Jake", you hissed as his arm hooked under your knees, his skin sticking to yours, sweaty and sandy from the sun and the beach. "Jake, whatever you're trying - don't."

If this hadn't been him, you'd probably have found it rather cute. It wasn't the first time he'd had you bridal-style in his arms, but it was certainly not a regular occurrence either. And to be entirely honest, your heart did flutter just the slighest bit.

But it was him. It very much was him. And you knew him. He wasn't the type to sweep you up in his arms and snog you in a moment of sudden romance. He was more the type of guy to-

Oh, hell no.

Your eyes widened in shock as you realised just what he was up to.

But he'd already taken too many steps down the beach.

"Jake, Jake, no!", you screeched, clawing harder at him, clenching your arms around his neck and trying to climb further up his body. "I swear to god, if you-"

You couldn't even finish your sentence. He'd dropped you down into the ice-cold waves before you could get halfway through your threat.

The only redeeming aspect about this was that he didn't completely dunk you. Your head was still very much above the water, your eyes squeezed shut, your breath held, but no water splashed against your cheeks.

"Jake", you squeaked anyway, clinging to him with all your might as he chuckled. "Oh my god, you bastard!"

You kicked your legs off his arm and straightened, your arms still locked tight around his neck. Yeah, he was a bastard - but he was your bastard. And you were cold, so you pressed even closer against him, wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed your chest right to his.

"Couldn't resist, darling", he grinned, and for some sick, twisted reason, you had to grin too.

"This is not a reward", you could only mutter before you leaned in and kissed him - right there, in the middle of the ocean, after he'd just very much dropped you into the water. God, how you despised him. And how you loved him anyway.

#jake seresin x reader #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #top gun #top gun x reader #jake hangman seresin #x reader

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 5 days

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ugh they're so awkward but in a cute way!! lovely lovely piece

Hey! I wanted to request a fic with minho maybe where the reader (she/her) is shy? And a mom friend too maybe like feeding everybody 24/7 and caring all sort of stuff with her like band aids and napkins.

(Sorry for any mistakes english is not my first language)

I think I can just about manage this.

This is kind of short because I really could just not think of a decent plot for the life of me.

Writer's block is a killer man.

SOFT AT HEART

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMERY: See above. Takes place before the arrival of Thomas.

You've been harbouring a long-term crush on Minho, but the problem is you're shy and nervous, and Minho is anything but. Of course, Minho isn't the only Glader you care about, but it's hard to bond with a group of rowdy boys sometimes. So, you show your affections by taking care of them instead. Unbeknownst to you, your subtle acts of kindness give Minho the drive he's been missing for a long time- and maybe he needs a bit more than what he's getting.

WARNINGS: None, really.

You're the odd one out in the Glade. Of course, there's the blinding obvious that you're the only girl amongst, but also you're more reserved than your counterparts.

You've always felt like there's a strange barrier between you and the other Gladers- maybe it's because of your gender, maybe it's because of your personality. But it doesn't matter; something about you just doesn't quite click.

It's not that you don't like the boys. You love them, in fact- they're normally kind and understanding with you even though they aren't with each other. They have a lot of respect for you.

And the feeling is mutual.

But, you can't exactly go around telling a bunch of teenage boys how much you care about them without them getting the wrong idea. Not that you're great with your words to begin with. So, you show your affections through acts of service.

You offer food and water to tired Gladers who are too busy to stop working to have lunch- mainly Buliders, Track-hoes and Slicers. You carry bandages and band-aids for slight injuries that happen to those around you, and you always offer an understanding ear when the boys want to vent their frustrations, even if you don't always know what to say.

Maybe your subtle acts of kindness would just be a typical friendly gesture if it weren't for the fact that you have a massive crush on Minho.

You swore to yourself when you first came up in the Box that you wouldn't get romantically involved with any of the boys. And you've made that painfully clear to everyone. They're your friends, and they all see you as the big sister role you've put yourself in- but Minho?

Minho.

A flaw in your plan, to say to the least.

It's not like you guys talk all the time or spend loads of time together, but you have got into the habit of getting up early and meeting the Runners at the Doors to give them their lunch and drinks for the day.

You only do this so they can have more time in the Map Room before they leave for the day, which is some much needed precious seconds. You started doing this after you overheard Minho complaining about feeling like there's not enough time in the day. So, when you started showing up first thing in the morning, waking up earlier than most of the Glade, he definitely took a shine to you.

It's a simple gesture, really. One that doesn't seem to faze the other Runners in the slightest, but Minho always seems more determined and happier after seeing you. Even the Runners have pointed out a shift in work ethic to Ably.

Though, with you starting to cooperate with talking to Minho and having actual conversations, the way he looks at you is starting to make you melt.

You don't really know what it is about Minho. He's sarcastic and kind of mean sometimes, and he's definitely not scared of speaking his mind or acting recklessly. He's one of the highest regarded Gladers around, for obvious reasons, but he's probably also one of the most feared and powerful.

You've actually witnessed Minho tell Alby what to do.

What a day that was.

But that might be why you started liking him- because he isn't like that with you. Sure, you'll get the occasional witty comment or eye roll, but for the most part, he's kinder with you. It's kind of common knowledge that you're the Glade's soft spot, but that's more applicable to Minho than anyone else.

"Dude, you're staring again," Ben leans against a tree at the edge of the Deadheads where him and Minho occasionally spend free time away from the other members of the Glade.

"Hm?" Minho hums, sitting on the ground, not really paying attention to anything Ben has to say. That's nothing new.

"You're staring- again," Ben scoffs, crouching down next to him, "yanno you can talk her without her feeding us at the Doors?"

Minho glares at his friend. "I'm not staring."

Minho is a liar. You've plagued him for a while, even before you started providing for them. Of course, this is the expectation with being the only girl, but Minho has changed- like said before.

"You totally are, shuck-face."

"Slim it, Ben- you don't know what you're talking about."

"You're soft on her, man; everyone can see it."

"Everyone's soft on her, shuck-face. That's why she's made it clear she's not gonna date or any of that klunk with us."

"I mean..." Ben drags out the word, "you never know, right?"

"Dude, what are you getting at here?"

Ben shrugs. "I don't know, man, I'm just... picking up a vibe." Minho squints at his friend, bewildered that Ben thinks that's any kind of explanation.

"The shuck are you talking about?"

Ben sighs. "You've just been better, dude. It's nice having you back to normal."

Minho didn't need to ask. He knows what Ben's talking about. Before you showed up, Minho was rapidly losing hope. Having fully mapped the whole Maze and still without an exit, or even so much of a sign of an exit, it's kind of hard to keep hopes up.

But when you came up and started going around trying to raise everyone's spirits, despite being slightly awkward; he started to pick up speed again. The Glade became more positive, and Minho started to gain feelings for you.

Despite what you'd made clear.

"I think you're looking too much into it," Minho huffs, sitting back properly, leaning fully against the tree.

"I don't-"

"Hey!" You attempt to shout over to the boys, realising they're yet to come to dinner after the long day. You're holding two bowls of stew as you walk over. "You guys okay?" You ask, passing the food to the boys in turn.

Minho takes the dish from you. "Playing Glade mother as per usual?"

You avoid his gaze. "Yeah, well, you guys haven't eaten yet and Frypan is impatient- can't have our best Runners going hungry, can we?"

"Ah, so you think I'm the best?" Ben's tone is a kind of fake flirty, probably to gauge Minho's reaction. You just blink at him.

"I-I mean, I don't really know much about running, but I'm pretty sure Minho is the Keeper for a reason- so, uh, sorry?" Your words don't quite make sense, not wanting to insult Ben, but making your opinion known.

Minho can't help but smirk at this as Ben fake pouts. His eyes land on you, flickering up and down for a second, almost unintentionally; which makes your face feel warm.

"Anyway," you clear your throat, "I'm gonna..." You throw your thumb over your shoulder, "yanno."

"Yeah, catch you later." You give an awkward wave to Minho before you turn and walk slightly faster than normal away.

"You're whipped, bro," Ben chuckles between eating spoonfuls of stew, resulting in getting punched in the leg.

"Shut up, man."

Minho thought about this for a while- longer than he'd care to admit. He does like you, and you seem to be more friendly and talkative with him than you do the other Gladers.

Maybe he should just bite the bullet.

Maybe just asking you on a date wouldn't be that bad of an idea. I mean, the worst you can say is no, right? And you're a nice girl, of course, you'd be gentle about it.

Unless, you're not and you reject him and humiliate him.

Okay, so Minho might have a fear of rejection that he didn't know he had. It's not worth the awkwardness.

It's not until the next Bonfire night that Minho reconsiders this. You've taken a shine to the new Greenie.

And by "taken a shine", I mean the poor boy is rocking back and forth, curled into a ball and you're desperately trying to comfort him. He does seem to have relaxed a bit, but the Maze is a lot to take in.

He's been given Gally's Special Brew, and the alcohol has definitely calmed his nerves. So, you take a break, retreating to a more secluded area- still within shouting distance if you're needed, but far enough away to take a breather. You lean back against a log, letting your head test on the wood.

"Here," your eyes flicker open, seeing Minho standing over you, a drink in his hand.

He'd been watching you for a while, and seeing how dedicated and caring you've been literally all day has shown him he needs to make some kind of move.

"Thanks," you sit up straight, taking the drink off of him as he takes the spot next to you, both of you facing away from the festivities. "You not joining in?"

"Nah," he scoffs, taking a sip of his own drink.

"I guess you never really do, huh?" He smiles at you; he always feels warm inside when you show him that you pay attention to him. You pay attention to everyone, but sometimes it feels like you pay extra attention to him.

Probably because you do, but he doesn't know that.

"You know me so well," he scoffs and you roll your eyes before he playfully shoves you- something you wouldn't have the courage to do.

"'Course- I always pay attention to people I like," a smirk appears across Minho's face as he slightly raises his eyebrow. It takes you a second, but you quickly realise what that sounded like.

Your face immediately starts to burn and you look away. "I didn't mean-"

"Uh huh."

"I didn't!"

"Why do you look so embarrassed then?"

"Shut up," you grumble, hands coming to your face as Minho laughs at you. You've never been good at the flirting thing, and it's not hard to fluster you, but since you actually like Minho, it's drastically worse. "I didn't mean it like that- I just- you're my friend and I-I respect you- and-"

"Do you wanna go on a date?"

You freeze, turning to face him as you blink.

"What?"

Minho stares straight ahead, mainly so he doesn't freak out. "I just figured I'd stop thinking about asking and just actually ask you." You open your mouth to speak but he doesn't give you the chance. "I know you've got this whole dating rule, and you don't want any of that klunk- but I like you, (Y/N). And I used to think that if a girl came up here, I wouldn't care 'cause I've got the Maze to deal with. But, I can't help it- you're just... Good. Everyone here likes you and you're just a good person."

He looks at you, second guessing himself when he sees your completely blank expression.

"I-I don't mean- shuck it," he laughs. "You can say no and I won't be upset; I get it. But I just thought I'd ask. It's just one date, if you want, and then we don't have to do anything else or be anything and forget it even happened if you regret it. I don't wanna make you uncomfortable."

"What would we do?" The question is out of a genuine curiosity than anything. It's not like there are many restaurants or movie theatres in the Glade.

Now it's Minho's turn to blankly blink. "Well, we uh, we could go for a swim in the lake, or I could rob Frypan and we could have a picnic in the Deadheads, or we could just chill somewhere and talk about dumb klunk- whatever you wanna do."

"You've thought about this, huh?" You smile, warmth fluttering through your body as Minho turns a shade of pink, scratching the back of his neck.

"I mean... just a little." You've never seen him be embarrassed before.

It's kind of cute.

"Okay," you say after a second.

"Okay?"

"Okay, I'll go on a date with you; that picnic sounds good."

He grins. "Yeah?"

"Yeah... I kinda like you too, so..."

Minho can't stop smiling, even when you avoid looking at him again.

"You like me too?" You glance at him. He looks perfect, his lopsided smile, his dark hair and face illuminated by the flames behind him.

"Yeah," you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, "I like you too. A lot, actually."

"Cool," he clears his throat, "cool, that's cool."

"(Y/N)!" Newt calls you, "the Greenie's freakin' out again! Give us a shuckin' hand!"

You roll your eyes, standing up and smiling at Minho once again. "So, it's a date then?"

"Yeah, it's a date- I'll figure out that picnic and let you know."

"Sounds like a plan," you say as you step over the log, trying to hide your smile and not squeal the entire Glade down as you go back to your daily role.

Minho watches you walk away, letting his head drop back when your out of sight. He's completely buzzing and feels on top of the world.

"So," Ben approaches, chuckling at his friend's love-drunk state, "you finally asked her then?"

"Shut your shuckin' mouth."

Yo, here's another Minho piece, though I am struggling with all the Minho work atm. He's one of my favourite all time characters but I'm running out of new ways to do the same thing, if that makes sense? So sorry if this one isn't as good- my quality is going down hill lmao.

I still hope you kind of like, regardless :))

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