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wanderingfairy73 · 5 months
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kociamieta · 6 months
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rescue mission
i loved the addition to the comic so much that i wanted to draw more :D
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destinysbounty · 8 months
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Yall ever think about how Zane is a seer with prophetic dreams of the future, but he's also a robot with memory problems who struggles to maintain his sense of self? Like. He's condemned to see a future he cannot prevent, yet cursed to long for a past he cannot recall. His dreams are filled with the vestiges of tragedies yet to come, but never the tragedies he wishes he could remember. Do you think he ever used to get disappointed when he'd have prophetic dreams, upset that it was another vision of the future but not of the past he so desperately wished to understand?
Anyway I'm gonna start biting people
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seren1tyhaze · 9 months
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of grocery lists and spilled (oat) milk
PAIRING: mark lee x afab reader
WORD COUNT: 3.2K
SUMMARY: sure, keeping your grocery list in Mark Lee's dms may seem like next level delusional but it can't do any harm, right?
AUTHOR’S NOTE: for my lovely @strwbrysunday who inspired this and for being there always for every step of my delusional writing process <3 In case I don’t pull something together in time, we can count this as a VERY early bday tribute to Markly
WARNINGS: fluff, romantic meet cute, light swearing, rekindling romance, childhood friends to lovers
PLAYLIST: Broken Melodies and Like We Just Met by NCT Dream
Life is but a dream, we got history
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Your alarm is blaring in your ear as your cat licks the tip of your nose, jolting you awake to see hot sun streaming in your bedroom window. How bright the room is has you scrambling for your phone, desperately hoping you hadn’t overslept (again).
Your phone screen confirms the worst as you whip back the covers and slide into fluffy slippers next to your bed, knocking a cup over as you reach for your cat’s food in the kitchen and spilling some of it in the process. She happily purrs against your bare legs before starting to eat slowly out of the small tray and you realize you’re going to have to drink the shitty office coffee since you’re both out of espresso pods and oat milk.
You quickly shower and are out the door in record time, thanking yourself that you hadn’t unpacked your work bag when you had gotten home late the night before. Work has been brutal lately, giving you barely any time in the evenings to yourself and you’ve never been one to wake up early in the morning. You know you have to go to the store today so you plan to try to sneak out a bit early to get your essentials.
Once you’re settled in the train car for your twenty seven minute ride, you work through a couple emails to get a head start on work before turning to your grocery list.
You glance to your side to see if anyone is looking over your shoulder at your phone, knowing the unconventional location of said list would seem questionable to a passerby.
Even you can admit that your delusional habit you had started ages ago was a little strange, but it felt comforting at this point and wasn’t hurting anyone. You opened up your Instagram DMs and tapped into the extremely one sided conversation with a charming, smiley rapper with 11.5M followers who did not know you existed.
Yes, you kept your grocery lists (and other important info you needed to find quickly) in Mark Lee’s DMs. 
It had started as a joke a few years ago when you had finally admitted to your closest friend in the city that you and Mark had gone to summer camp together when you were kids. It had only been for a couple years but you remembered it like it was yesterday. The early morning kayak trips, knocking bare knees around a late night campfire, and how he used to sing you to sleep accompanied by the soft strumming of his guitar from the steps of your cabin. 
You had followed his career ever since, listening to new songs as they were released, watching him on variety shows, and flipping through magazines whenever you saw his stunning face and bold style gracing the covers. You enjoyed seeing the short poems he would post on his stories or read out loud on the rare live he would do after shows.
Your friend had encouraged you to slide into his DMs at the time, purely motivated by her desire to meet his dancer best friend that he was sometimes spotted with at the most exclusive clubs. You had tapped open the message conversation with him and in typing quickly, accidentally pasted your short grocery list into the chat. She had laughed at you and you sent the message anyways, knowing that there was no way he would reply or ever even see it in his message requests.
You had a solid amount of followers for someone who didn’t work in the entertainment industry due to the app you had helped develop rising in popularity in the past few months. You sometimes helped out with filming vlog content for the website or TikToks but mostly kept to yourself and didn’t really have any interest in being internet famous.
Since you had first put your grocery list in Mark’s DMs, you had used the space to put little notes to yourself, including a drunken ramble one night about how 16 Personalities has royally fucked up everyone’s perception of MBTI.
Today, you opened up the message to add in your latest essentials, putting oat milk in all caps since the last few times you went you somehow managed to forget it. You needed food for the week, chicken and veggies, some other basics like mascara and tampons and remembered running low on cat treats.
Sliding your phone back into the front pocket of your bag, you let your eyes flutter shut for the rest of the ride to work, finally feeling the adrenaline of waking up late wear off.
Many hours later you are angrily typing on your computer, finishing up some code review for the development team, eyes flicking repeatedly to the clock in the bottom of your screen.
“I’m sorry you had to stay late, you should head out soon before it starts raining harder,” your coworker messages you, leaning from behind their monitor across the open office space, offering you a small smile.
You send off a couple frustrated emojis before typing up your feedback for the team in an email, feet already sliding into your rain boots you kept under your desk for gloomy days like today.
Checking your watch, you realize you are barely going to make it to the grocery store if you don’t leave now. The only benefit will be that it should be pretty empty this late at night. After a short train ride, you’re pushing a cart through the empty aisles, grabbing what you need and humming lightly to yourself. There are a few fellow late night shoppers milling about alongside the workers stocking the shelves for the next morning.
You grab the last item on your list just as a series of yawns hit you, making your way to the self-checkout area. You are about to scan your first item when you glance down at your cart, noticing you’ve managed to forget the oat milk again.
“Fucking…” you murmur under your breath, dropping your pack of tampons back into the cart and spinning on your heel, heading towards the back of the store to quickly grab the milk.
You’re almost back to your cart when you hit a wet spot on the floor, slipping in a dramatic, banana peel comedy sketch moment, falling hard on your back, managing to catch the back of your head with your hand before it collides with the linoleum floor.
The oat milk cartons in your hands crash to the floor, one of them starting to leak out in a milky puddle next to you.
Suddenly a masked face appears over you, white cloth covering most of his features, dark eyes holding a confused look. You are breathing heavily and blink a couple times to clear your vision.
“Yo…are you okay?” comes a loud and worried voice, holding a hand out in an offer of help.
You feel a little light headed but accept the hand anyways, allowing yourself to sit up and meet the eyes of the young man now crouching next to you on the wet floor.
“Uh yeah…yeah…the floor was we-” your speech is cut off suddenly as he pulls down his mask, shaking dark hair from his eyes and making eye contact with you again.
Kneeling in a puddle of rainwater and oat milk was none other than the man whose DMs you had monopolized for the past few years and the name you had moaned late at night with your hand shoved under your covers. It was the face you had studied countless times in high resolution photos from the airport posted on Twitter, a face that you had memorized down to the prominent mole on his cheek and the curves of his shining white teeth. Mark Lee had just watched you bite it on the floor of the grocery store right before closing.
You can barely keep eye contact with Mark as you stand up, looking down to see damp pants and your shirt rumpled. Embarrassed, you thank him under your breath, reaching down to pick up the milk cartons and tossing them in a nearby trash can. You quickly begin scanning the items from your cart with shaky hands, placing them in your tote bag, hoping to get out of there as soon as possible.
“Did you remember the cat treats?” he asks quietly, pushing the black hood off his head and stepping closer to you, handing you a carton of strawberries from your basket.
You lift up your gaze to meet his, mouth falling open at his question. His eyes are big and kind and he has a shy but warm expression on his face, plump pink lips settling into a pout as he finishes his question.
“You…read those messages? I’m uh…Mark…Lee…Mark Lee. I’m so sorry…” you ramble, brain scrambled and swimming with all other reasons why he could have asked that, praying that he somehow hadn’t been reading your messages all these years.
“How could I not when the cute girl from summer camp kept me informed on every little detail of her life,” he replied, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, smiling bashfully as his fingertips made contact with your now flushed cheek.
“I’m so sorry, Mark, I didn’t think there was any way you would remember me and it just kind of became a habit,” you stuttered out, scanning your last item and reaching for your wallet. You were acutely aware of how close he had gotten and silently hoped your makeup still looked good and that your hair had stayed lightly curled from yesterday’s styling. Every inch of your skin felt like it was on fire and you knew how red your neck had to be getting.
“I got it, but don’t forget the oat milk,” he offers as he scans a carton of the same brand from his own cart before swiping his card on the reader to pay for your groceries. You are once again stunned but tip your head down in a silent thanks.
“But for real, thank you for recommending this brand, it’s the best!” he laughs, scratching the back of his head awkwardly and grabbing your bags for you.
“I can’t believe you remember me,” you say quietly, a grin settling across your face as the two of you walk out of the store. His hand is brushing up against the back of yours as he keeps close to your side, popping open an umbrella to shield you from the light rain that hasn’t quite cleared yet.
“I’ve thought about you a lot over the years, but also know our lives took us in different directions. But I always hoped you were supporting me from a distance,” he replies candidly, tapping into his phone before handing it to you with an open contact card screen.
“Now, can you please give me your number so I can call you and we can go on a real date that doesn’t involve you laying a puddle of milk?”
“Hey, maybe that’s my idea of a perfect first date!” you laugh out, quickly adding yourself as a contact in his phone before handing it back to him. Your heart is pounding as your fingers brush against his, unable to believe that this is happening. You half expect to sit up in your bed any moment, thinking that all the videos you studied about lucid dreaming must have finally paid off.
He chuckles, closing the umbrella as the rain comes to a stop at the most picture perfect moment. The air smelled fresh in the post storm haze, fog settling lightly around you amongst flickering streetlights and the hum of city sounds. He reaches back to pull his hood up, covering dark and piecey short hair, hanging perfectly at the sides of his forehead. Whenever he turns his head, you catch a glimpse of an intricate pattern buzzed into the shorter sides, exposing flashes of his scalp in contrast to his dark hair. 
Your eyes trail down his face and take in his full frame for the first moment since you first encountered him in the store. He’s broader than you had imagined, your height difference the same as when you had known him as a kid, but his arms look strong and tight jeans leaving little to the imagination. His face is bare but immaculate, brows perfectly coiffed and lips plump and moisturized.
He clears his throat lightly at you ogling him and you meet his sparkling eyes again as he sits your bags gently on the ground next to him, placing a tentative hand on your lower back.
“Yes?” you ask teasingly, batting your eyelashes a little for good measure, suddenly feeling confidence bloom within you. He sighs before speaking again and you feel the tension and nervousness between the two of you start to melt away.
“Ever since you sent me those videos on Halloween, I’ve been having to stop myself from sliding into your DMs like some sleazy asshole,” he mutters, voice suddenly lower and strained as his pinky finger brushes up against yours, linking with it and swinging lightly.
You knit your eyebrows together in confusion, trying to think back to what videos he could be talking about. Hazy memories of your drunken night out to multiple bars and house parties start flooding in as you begin to remember what you wore that night. 
Golden fabric and black strappy laces from below your navel up to your neck flash in your mind and you suddenly remember your cheetah costume that was less than safe for work. Those heels went straight in the trash when you got home because while they made your legs look amazing, they gave you the worst blisters of your entire life.
“...I did not send you videos that night,” you start cautiously, placing a hand on his chest to ground yourself. You are trying to force the memories forward but all you can think of is the countless shots you took with your friend and some sloppy make out sessions on the dance floor.
He chuckles, nodding silently and letting his forehead fall towards yours, pressing against yours tenderly. It did bring you comfort but also made your heart skip a beat.
“I am…mortified,” you sigh, blinking up at him from the awkward angle.
“Don’t be, you looked fucking hot,” he breathes out, warm breath minty and fanning out across your lips.
His lips are on yours seconds later, hand sliding down towards your ass and pulling you closer into him. He breaks away from you, inches from your lips, checking your face for any sign of discomfort, only to find lust laden, hooded eyes blinking rapidly.
You surge forward to capture his lips again, bringing your hand up to his neck and digging your nails into the skin there. His tongue presses against your lips eagerly and you give him access instantly, a soft whine buzzing against his mouth. You lose all concept of time and space, forgetting you are standing on the empty downtown streets in front of the market, in the arms of one of the most famous musicians in the world.
You break away first, having to calm your breathing pattern and releasing the material you were gripping on his chest.
He chuckles and slides his hand up your back, massaging your shoulder lightly through your raincoat. He’s so much more gentle and tender than you could have ever imagined and you struggle to maintain eye contact with him.
“I can’t believe all I had to do was buy a carton of oat milk to finally kiss my first crush after all these years,” he laughs out, leaning in to gently nuzzle at your hair.
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“Do you need me to add anything to our grocery list? You know, it’s almost been two years since we started it, I think,” Mark laughed out a little loudly, despite being close to your ear in Taeyong’s crowded apartment.
“Wait, I thought you two just moved in together recently?” Jaemin cackles, taking a long sip of beer. You didn’t realize he was eavesdropping on your conversation, assuming he had been too focused on Jeno’s karaoke performance happening in the center of the room.
You dip your head down, embarrassed by the fact that Mark’s closest friends still didn’t know the full details of your reunion and start of your relationship. You had sworn him to secrecy, telling him he could fill them in on the past camp days and make up some story about how the two of you had met at an art gallery opening.
“Oh Jaem, haven’t you heard of our adorable meet cute?” Mark asks mischievously, nudging your knee with his and dragging his lips over your ear. His eyes tell you everything, just as they always had, just like when you first met.
“Oh do tell,” he gushed, letting his chin drop into his hand with his elbow propped up on his crossed legs. He tapped his cheek with his fingers, wiggling his eyebrows at the two of you.
While you refused to let Mark share the story of years of grocery lists and your fall at the market check out, you did let him share how he asked you to move in with him a few months prior.
On a normal Friday morning you had pulled open the fridge, reaching in without looking, and feeling your hand brush against an unfamiliar piece of paper on the oat milk. 
A watermelon shaped post-it note (that had seemingly been “borrowed” from your desk) was taped to the front of the carton with hurried handwriting in a statement that made your heart flutter.
I hate this distance and I hate singing broken melodies. Move in with me &lt;3
The carton almost slips from your fingers but you manage to catch it and pour some with a shaky hand into your waiting tumbler.
Pulling your phone from your jeans pocket, you lean your back against the counter, petting your cat’s head as she emerges from her favorite spot behind the toaster oven. 
Opening Instagram, you tap into your conversation, adding a to do list in the same format you usually used for your grocery lists.
To Do List: Help my new roommate pick out more comfortable pillows for the bed -.-
Typing bubbles appear almost immediately, and a string of sappy emojis and voice notes start flooding in from Mark.
It’s still surreal to see replies from the message thread that had been one-sided for so long. You still message in Instagram from time to time, finding comfort in the space, despite spending hours on the phone each day and being in almost constant contact via other messaging apps.
A knock at your door pulls your attention and you have to dab your eyes with the back of your hand where tears have pricked up. A couple large boxes are waiting outside your door and you drag them inside before snapping a picture to send to Mark. You had planned a camping trip for later in the summer, looking forward to reliving those muggy summer nights spent chasing fireflies, spending your days reading in a hammock and falling even deeper in love with the boy who first made you feel special all those years ago.
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fideos-de-verdura · 6 months
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Opening my art blog with my favorite book, In Other Lands by @sarahreesbrennan !! I made some character designs and a little illustration featuring Luke, Elliot and Serene
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sappymix1 · 10 months
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his ass is NOT getting his license
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httpsserene · 5 months
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girly can you give the children (aka me) some recs for my man lewis since it is his home race this weekend fluff smut angst ILL TAKE ANYTHING <3
welcome to the tentative first draft of my lewis hamilton fic recs :)
@saintslewis - she’s my twin, check out her masterlist; a+ lh44 fics and smau’s
ongoing/fluff (so far) - renaissance the series; it’s an fake marriage/marriage of convenience type beat that i love love love
@lorarri - my telepathic bestie; a wonderful catalog of lewis smau’s
fluff/light angst (familial) - gala season; it’s my current fav, ukprincess!reader and she gives no fucks
@h4m1lt0ns - all of their lewis smau’s are chef’s kiss
fluff - love hate; personal fav! it’s rival driver!reader with a plot twist
@mauvecherie-writes - a WHOLE exclusive lew ham masterlist
smut - first time after pregnancy; don’t judge me this drabble changed my brain chemistry
@pucksandpower - another lew ham masterlist (mainly smau’s)
fluff - rocket scientist!reader; as a stem girlie it’s only right that this is my fav
@h4m1lt0ns and @lorarri collabed for ktober and birthed the most wonderful two-part smau series !!!
suggestive/fluff - smile! you’re on camera and all for show; leaked sex tape with singer!reader, it’ll change how you view lewis fr
family hair day by @shaytheeprettiest
fluff - fem!reader does lewis’ and their daughter’s hair
come on home by @hopefulromantic1
angst/fluff - lewis was a bad boyfriend, but it ends with a hopeful ending
@chaneajoyyy has this wonderful fic rec list for lewis, you should check that out if you haven’t already!!!
this is literally all i could think of off the top of my head, i personally really haven’t entered my lewis hamilton phase yet, i just listen to my twin saint rant to me about him 💀
i hope i at least gave you one new fic with this list, if not i apologize; honestly you should probably hit up @saintslewis she would send you a whole encyclopedia of lewis fics
(also i’m planning on writing a lewis smut in the close future so stay tuned)
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themazine · 1 month
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fheythfully · 17 days
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Oh to be a Grebuloff floating in a Miw Miisv 🥹
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titsay · 2 years
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A Place For Dreaming
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I dream to be with you
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wanderingfairy73 · 2 years
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“oh to live peacefully on such places…”
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kociamieta · 7 months
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based on moon's broadcast pearl reading:
"It's an image of three overseers from different iterators, and I imagine a fourth took the picture. It was sent through a broadcast. Possibly some kind of memento? It's not often that such a variety of overseers are together in one place, I wonder whose they are."
@eakiturtle helped me design the first iterator (the one using magenta text). thank you eaki!!!
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horrorgay · 2 months
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curemoonliite · 5 months
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oh my god you can buy the black lady dress from hot topic for like $50 now i am screaming
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seren1tyhaze · 8 months
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Jaemin Cat Dad Drabble
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You’ve been thinking about adopting a cat for so long and visit the local shelter frequently to play with the kittens who quickly get adopted and spend some time with the older dogs who you see week after week. The staff is always friendly and happy to have you around, knowing it’s a big decision to bring an animal into your home and appreciate your caution.
One afternoon you are signing in at the desk and a startlingly handsome young man with pastel pink hair struggles with the door while balancing two soft cat carriers and a large iced coffee. He has kind eyes and broad shoulders, accentuated by the thin tank top he’s wearing. When the staff greets him, his smile is blinding and covers most of his face. You feel your heartbeat pick up in your chest as you watch him hand the carriers over and sign some forms on the counter next to you.
“Vaccines for all three of them, I hope they are ready for chaos back there!” he chuckles out, signing his name, Na Jaemin, with a flourish.
“Three? Three kittens?” you ask, having heard high pitched mewls coming from the carrier when he had first walked up.
“Yes, my three little demon cotton balls. They are quite a handful but I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he replies, turning to face you and pulling a strong arm up to lean on the counter.
You get to talking and realize your apartment buildings are on the same street, in a trendy part of town not too far from the shelter. He adopted the kittens a few months ago and hadn’t had it in him to separate the siblings who had already been through a rough journey in their short life. He cared for them alone, with a lot of support from his best friend Jeno and family members who stopped by often.
“Why don’t you stop by sometime to see how it is having a kitten at home,” he offers, holding out his phone to get your number. You blush at this but nod, never saying no to some quality kitten time and finding the charming man in front of you irresistible.
A few days later, you’re laying on his couch with the cats crawling all over you, tails tickling your noses as they purr loudly. You can’t help but giggle as Jaemin shrieks at Luna, who has just pounced on his socked feet that are curled up near his muscular thighs. He’s been trying his best to protect you from their little love bites and in the middle of laughing both of you pause, locking eyes and he gently leans over to you. He draws your face closer to his for a soft kiss until he feels a clawed paw sink into the top of his hand, causing him to yelp and pull back.
Lucy didn’t like the sudden lack of attention and was retaliating with adorable violence. Jaemin leans over to grab her gently and dangles her in front of his face making pouty and kissy faces at her.
“No no Lucy, we don’t do that,” he sings sweetly, dotting kisses to her pink nose set between bright blue eyes.
Your breathing falters watching him with them, tugging your legs up further into the pillow between you on the couch. Luke is tangled up in your ponytail and scratching at the hood of your sweatshirt while Luna has returned to attacking the dangerous socks, this time yours.
You suddenly feel a hand on yours and look up to see Jaemin standing, pulling you lightly by the wrist.
“Why don’t we give them some time to play together,” he smirks as you let him guide you up from the couch.
You’re both breathless as he pushes the door shut to his bedroom having almost slid down the hall in a jog with three fluffy white balls chasing after you. A couple paws are visible under the door, accompanied by small chirping noises as you laugh and collapse against Jaemin’s strong chest. He pushes his hand up the back of your sweatshirt and draws you close to him for another kiss, deeper this time and feeling so much more intimate with your bodies pressed together.
“I think they like you,” he says against your lips, unable to stop a huge grin from breaking out on his own.
“Yeah I think I kinda like them too,” you reply, pushing firmly on his chest to move to his bed as his hands reach for the waistband of your shorts.
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first drabble ever?! let me know your thoughts 😅
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loverd0ve · 1 year
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