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blue side of the sky (lmh) | eight.

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—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, (eventual) smut

—word count: 5.5k

—chapter warnings: cussing/mature language, mentions of alcohol consumption (not by oc), very platonic slow-dancing with jisung, we hear jisung's feelings about the accident 🥺, a bit more descriptive details of the accident, more minho x oc interactions yay!!, flashback - kisses/probably err on the side of making out lol

"Shit, I need to be at Yeong-Su's in the next five minutes or else my parents are gonna kill me." Jisung huffs as he struggles to get his tie done. You put your eyelash curler down to help him because you can't watch him struggle any longer. You step in front of him and take over, neatly securing his tie around his neck before looking up at him with a small smile. "Thank you." He lets out a breath of relief before looking at himself in the mirror once more.

"You're welcome. You should go."

"You're gonna be okay?"

"I will."

"What are you trying to say?" Chan yells from their room, making the two of you laugh.

"You look beautiful, cielo."

"Thanks. You don't look too bad yourself, pachi." He smiles.

"See you guys down there." He calls out before rushing out of the room to meet the groom and the groomsmen. You finish curling your lashes, adding some light falsies to spruce up your look. You didn't add much makeup since you were going for a more natural look, but you were satisfied with how it turned out in the end.

You weren't entirely sure in the beginning, you hadn't done this in a very long time. It feels nice.

When you finally give your hair one last fix and spray a bit of perfume, you step into Chan and Seungmin's room, seeing them fix their suits a few times while looking in the mirror. Chan's eyes dart from the mirror to you, then back to the mirror before he's doing a double take.

"Wow, you look amazing Y/N." He turns to look at you. "And you were saying you weren't sure about the dress?"

"I just haven't dressed up like this in awhile, you know?" You shrug. "San said it was nice." Your hands brush down the fabric of the dress while Seungmin and Chan chuckle.

"San was right." Chan nods. "Though, I hope he knows we won't make it easy for him to weasel his way into your heart." Chan focuses on tightening his tie once more.

"Seriously, Y/N. You look stunning." Seungmin adds. "Ready to go?"

"Mhm. Ready when you two are."

"Alright, let me just throw on my watch and I'll be good." Chan says, snatching his Rolex off of the nightstand and securing it around his wrist. The three of you head straight towards the garden area, your eyes light up at all the wedding decorations. The venue was decorated beautifully with its sage, taupe and champagne flowers and tones.

You're pulled out of your daze when you hear a familiar voice greeting Seungmin and Chan, Chan glancing over at you once you've met the eyes of said familiar voice.

"Y/N, hey." Minho says, slowly eyeing you up and down. "W-wow, you look amazing." You look at him with a small smile as you also peep his outfit— a crisp button up with a black tie, sleeves rolled up mid-way with nicely pleated grey slacks. It's simple, but it works well for him. His long, brown hair slightly drapes over his eyes, a silver watch sitting prettily on his wrist.

"Hey Minho. Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself." You chuckle just as Chan gently tugs at the gift bag in your hand.

"I'll go place this down at the gift table for you, alright? Gotta put my gift down too." You give him a small nod before returning your attention to Seungmin and Minho. They're chatting amongst themselves, and you find yourself shuffling closer to Seungmin as the crowd grows.

"You okay?" Minho suddenly asks. "Did you take your medicine?" Seungmin subtly bites onto his bottom lip while he watches your eyes shift upwards at Minho. Suddenly, Minho feels a little embarrassed for outwardly showing his worry for you. He knows this isn't the time, he knows he needs to step back. "Sorry, I—"

"It's okay." You give him a reassuring nod. "I did this morning. I appreciate the reminder, though." Minho simply nods in acknowledgement before Seungmin butts in.

"We should find our seats." He says, watching the rest of the guests settle into their seats. Seungmin's hand settles on the small of your back, gently pressing you towards the way to your seats. At this point, Chan re-joins the group and follows along, greeting some of Jisung's family members on the way over. Seungmin takes the seat near the aisle, followed by you, Chan and Minho. Just as Chan settles into the seat, Minho meets your eyes and his facial expression softens. The corner of his lips tug upwards into a tiny smile that you almost miss, and he doesn't necessarily peel his eyes off of you even as the pianist starts to play the entrance song.

You feel that look settle in the pit of your stomach.

"Oh shit, it's starting already." Chan harshly whispers over to you and Seungmin. The three of you stand as the pianist plays the song loudly, the bridesmaids accompanied by the groomsmen. Jisung walks down the aisle with a smug smirk on his face that makes Chan, Minho and Seungmin quietly laugh to themselves. Shortly following behind is another couple, then another— until the entire group passes and lines up at the altar. Once they've settled in their positions alongside of Yeong-Su, Yuna begins to make her way down the aisle looking beautiful as ever in her wedding dress.

You watch the way Yuna and Yeong-Su look at each other so lovingly in the eyes as they go through their vows, the tears still flowing down their cheeks— causing everyone in attendance to break into their own tears and sniffles. You wonder what it's like to be completely enamored by someone, to love someone so deeply and with everything in you;

What is love?

Were you ever in love at some point? True, genuine love?

Your eyes wander to the ocean just behind the venue, before they fall onto Minho again. But, when you turn, you find that he's looking at you already and his expression is unreadable. He is always unreadable, but it's the feeling you get that confuses you the most.

"Kiss!" Seungmin yells just as the crowd begins to yell along, making you chuckle. Minho is no longer looking at you, and he's snapped himself back to current times— back to reality.

God.

The wedding passes quickly, with the reception following shortly behind. It's a short distance of a walk, the huge tent with champagne-colored drapes right around the corner of the hotel. The view of the sunset and ocean is clearer in this area, with the breeze a bit stronger [though it hits the drapes and decorations beautifully].

"Cielo." Jisung comes from behind, causing you to turn over your shoulder to look at him. "Are you still doing okay?"

"Mhm." You nod. "I was just about to to grab a drink."

"I can do it—"

"It's fine, pachi. I got it." You give him a toothless smile as you step forward to the self-serve area for the drinks; all the fruit-flavored, non-alcoholic drinks lined up in cute beverage dispensers with gold detailing. You help yourself to some of the strawberry mango concoction that's almost gone, waiting for every drip to fall into your cup.

"I'm nervous." Jisung whines a bit, watching as you wait for your cup to fill.

"Why are you nervous? You're going to be fine, Ji."

"I haven't sang in front of my family in such a long time."

"And I'm sure you'll do great. They'll love you. Besides, you'll have Seungmin with you." You finally bring your cup up to your lips while you turn to Jisung.

"You don't think my singing voice is icky, right?"

"Jisung, please." You chuckle and shake your head. "Your voice is lovely. Your family will love it." You give his arm a gentle squeeze. "Promise." He lets out a deep breath before he nods.

"You're right." He walks alongside of you as you walk back to the table, Chan helping himself to the salad and bread that was just served. The three of you engage in small talk over some food, while Minho decides to sip on his drink near the open bar area. He watches the way you laugh and smile, his gut wishing he was the reason why—

"Please tell me you're just taking way too long to decide which drink you'll go for after you finish that." Seungmin comes to his side, making Minho damn near choke on the cocktail he's sipping.

"Excuse you."

"Creep." Seungmin gives him a look and Minho glares at him.

"I was just people-watching."

"Like that makes it any better."

"Would you mind your own business, Kim Seungmin? Don't you have a song to sing soon?"

"Soon, not right now." Seungmin sips on his cocktail before digging his other hand into his pocket. "So, staring at Y/N?"

"I wasn't staring at her." Minho looks at him, but all Seungmin does is cock a brow up. "I mean I was, but like, I was just making sure she was okay.. from a distance. It wasn't too long ago when I brought her to urgent care."

"Was that hard?"

"What?"

"To say that you care."

"She's still my bestfriend at the end of the day." Minho blurts out the first excuse that comes to mind even though he has no right to play that card.

"Alright then." Seungmin shrugs, half-understanding why Minho was acting the way he was, half-not-understanding why he couldn't just say what was on his mind. "Whatever you say, my guy. I'm gonna head back to our friends." He heads for the table with Minho following shortly after.

The remainder of the program goes by beautifully, with Jisung, the rest of the bridesmaids and groomsmen giving their thoughtful and sweet speeches. You've cried once or twice, especially when Yuna shares a dance with her father, and Yeong-Su gives his own speech to everyone before catering to his now-wife. There are special surprise performances from family, one being Jisung and Seungmin's performance— singing to Alto Moon's 'Mars.'

As soon as the dance portion of the night begins, Chan whisks you away to the dance floor, twirling you around before the both of you start to dance along to the song. Shortly, Seungmin joins along after he's found his way towards you two, then Jisung, Yuna and Yeong-Su. Minho joins the circle, laughing and enjoying himself across from you. Nonetheless, it's a good time and you find yourself having tons of fun with Jisung's family and your friends. You almost don't want the weekend to come to an end because you'll be looking to relive the entire thing all over again.

It's the first time you've felt alive in awhile.

"Hey." Jisung slips into the empty seat next to Seungmin while you two sit down for a break. "Please, help. I need a break from them." He points at his family. "They're killing me with the pictures." He tries to duck by Seungmin's figure to avoid people calling him over.

"Sucks to be you." You laugh at Seungmin's remark. "Jisung is over here!" Seungmin calls out, making Jisung punch him on the bicep.

"You asshole." He moves away from his seat to keep dodging his family, putting his hand out for you to grab when the songs begin to slow down. "Perfect timing! Let's go dance, cielo." Jisung brings you out onto the floor for a slow dance. You wrap your arms around his neck and he holds you around the waist, the both of you swaying to the slow beat of the song.

"Are you having a good time? Feeling okay?"

"I am. Thank you for bringing me along."

"Of course, I knew you'd enjoy it." He chuckles a bit.

"No, really. Thank you." You pull back to look at him. "You know, for always looking out for me and being there for me? For being patient? I know it might not be easy after everything that's happened. Or, I might not be the easiest to take care of, but you make life a lot smoother."

"Cielo, you're my bestfriend. I'll do anything for you." He lets out a breath. "When the accident happened, I was scared." Even if he won't get into too many details right now, it's the first time Jisung is really speaking up about the accident. "I couldn't help but blame myself because I felt like I could've done better. I spent nights trying to figure out where I could have prevented this from happening, where I lacked in keeping you safe. Why I didn't do certain things—"

"Jisung, that wasn't your fault."

"Still." He looks at you. "Maybe I should've prevented you from leaving that night. I should have made you stay knowing the storm was at its peak." You can't even remember the night of the accident, but your uncle had briefly mentioned leaving Jisung's. Why you were there, you weren't sure. Why you left, you aren't sure. But you hopped in an Uber, the driver losing control of the car when a drunk driver in the opposite lane swerved— causing the car to flip when you were only 5 minutes away from home.

It makes you sick to even think about it. That's one thing you don't want ever to relive, or have memories of.

"There are things you can't protect me from, pachi." You say softly while looking up at him. "Just as me with you."

"I just should've done better, Y/N. I could have." He clears his throat. "You were almost taken away from me. I'll never let another opportunity slip past me again." He looks at you as if it's the last time he's looking at you. But before the moment carries on, he pulls you in, hugging you tightly and warmly. He keeps you close, because that's what he feels like he needs to do from this moment on.

"I'm here, pachi." You softly say as you part from him. All he can do is look at you and nod, giving you some space as the next song begins to play.

"I know." At this point, Jisung's mom comes from behind him and sweetly asks for a dance from her son. You hand him off, smiling at them right before you turn on your heel to head to the bathroom. Luckily, it isn't too far into the hotel. You can't wait to relieve yourself and freshen up a bit, giving yourself a bit of a break before heading back out to be surrounded by people and loud music.

Once you feel like you've given yourself a good enough breather, you leave the bathroom and turn the corner—

"Woah." Minho says, his hands immediately coming to your elbows. "Oh jeez, I'm so sorry Y/N." He says when he realizes it's you he almost ran into.

"You're alright." You chuckle. "I shouldn't have turned the corner so quickly." He puts on a small smile.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just needed a little bathroom break and a quick breather." You look past his shoulder to get a glimpse of the party. "Is Jisung still with his mom?" He shakes his head.

"No, but his auntie."

"Of course. I saw you and Chan with the aunties earlier."

"Gotta save them a dance or two, you know?" You giggle.

"How sweet." Pause. Silence. Minho observes every inch of your face, body— the scar on your cheek from the accident, and the one near your hairline. You're beautiful, and he doesn't even care if he's staring.

All that liquid courage, especially.

"You really do look amazing tonight."

"Thank you, Minho." You fiddle with your fingers. "I should let you get back to.. you know.." He lets out a small breathy laugh just as you see Jisung hurrying into your point of view.

"Please. Help." You read Jisung's lips and furrow your brows, causing Minho to turn over his shoulder and look at him.

"He always needs saving." Minho rolls his eyes, making you laugh at his statement.

"Are you gonna head back to the table after?" He nods.

"Yeah. But for now, I think you should get to Jisungie before he cries."

"Right. I'll see you later." You chuckle as you walk past him and meet Jisung, who is hiding from his aunties [again] even in plain sight.

Minho is left alone to ponder on his thoughts, and he can't stand this.

Actually, he can't stand himself. Cause god, he was preparing to accept the worst. To lose you, to not have you around. To have something taken away from him so suddenly.

Then, that wasn't the case. But that's not the issue at all, no. He's happy and he can't stop thanking the higher power for giving you another chance at life. He doesn't know what he'd do without you, you were always important to him. Always will be.

Still, you are what he loves the most.

But he can't stand himself because he's here, acting like everything is fine. He was heartbroken when you didn't remember who he was, had no recollection of the memories you two shared— he fell deeper in this dark hole with Kat even though he didn't intend to. She just filled this void that he had, and it's fucked up of him to lean on the girl that messed up everything you two had in the first place. He couldn't help himself. But, what breaks his heart the most now is that you don't know, and you may or may not ever know. He couldn't dare to see you crying or hurt. Even though Minho really wants to be honest, he really wants to tell you.

You two have so much to talk about.

He looks at you as you hit the dance floor with the group and he's just not sure when or how to do this— how to even act around you because you're the girl he's always loved. You're the girl he imagined spending his entire life with. But you're also the same girl he hurt so, so deeply.

He's the one who brought you all this love, along with all this hurt, and he'll never forgive himself for it.

He wishes it wasn't so difficult because when he looks at you, he wishes he could love you time and time again— like the world was due to end any minute now.

That's way too selfish of him, though. He's already been selfish once, and he won't dare to be that selfish again. He'll try not to.

Not if it hurts you.

Jisung joins Yeong-su and the groomsmen for a little after party at a nearby bar, while Chan and Seungmin busy themselves with rounds of Mario Party in the room. You decide that you want to walk and experience more of the ocean, listening to the waves crash against the sand under the cool weather.

"I'm going to walk around the hotel."

"Wait, do you want one of us to come?" Chan's eyes are fixated on the screen in front of him as he furiously presses the button on the controller.

"No, it's okay. I just wanted to take a quick walk and sit by the water for a minute. I'll come back." You stand at their doorway and give them a small smile.

"You su— ah, fuck off dude!" Seungmin yells. "Are you sure, Y/N?" He repeats to finish off his previous thought.

"More than sure." You give them one last wave before heading out the door. After the wedding, you quickly took a shower and threw on some cotton shorts, a baby tee and a loose zip-up to protect you from the colder breeze at this time of night. You zip it up halfway, tugging on the zipper as you step into the elevator and head down to the first floor. It's still pretty lively, with guests at the restaurant and bar. Just as you send a text to your uncle to let him know you're okay, you do a double-take when you catch a familiar face sitting in the same exact dining area where you and Seungmin sat yesterday.

You don't say much, but you're quick to find out that you don't need to. As if his instinct told him to turn right at the moment, he does. He catches your eyes as he's about to take another sip, a subtle smile forming at the corner of his lips when you shyly wave. He sets the glass down and lets the waiter know he's finished, acknowledging him once more before making his way over to you. He smiles a bit, but you can tell he's nervous [partially tipsy, too].

"I didn't think I'd run into you out here." Minho says, making you chuckle as he continues to walk alongside of you.

"I wanted to walk around and sit by the water for a bit."

"Not tired?" You shrug.

"I am, but I wanted to get a better view of the ocean before leaving." You look up at him. "I could ask you the same."

"I figured I'd explore around too."

"See." You giggle.

"What's Chan and Seungmin doing?"

"Playing Mario Party." He chuckles.

"Of course." It's silent for a bit before the two of you head down the steps and finally hit the sand. "They didn't wanna join?"

"I mean they asked, but I told them they didn't need to. Don't wanna interrupt their session."

"They'll live." You laugh a bit and nod.

"It's alright." Minho catches you take in a deep breath before exhaling, biting onto your bottom lip as you slowly take steps forward, closing in to the water. It falls silent between you two, but it's a comfortable silence. You take in the view, while Minho observes you.

Calm.

Beautiful.

So—

"So pretty." His head tilts to the side because yes, you are.

"Yeah, it is."

"I think I want to draw or paint this when I get back home." You quickly snap a photo.

"You should." You look at him and give him another small, toothless smile before sitting on the sand. Minho stands for a bit before he finally sits next to you— legs propped up while his hands rest on his knees. "How's all of that going?"

"I don't know. Better? Finally feeling some kind of inspiration to get back into art." You smile out towards the water. "I haven't done much yet. But either way, it's refreshing."

"That's good. How are the pottery classes?"

"Fun." You shrug. "Keeps me busy." You tuck your knees to your chest and look at him again. "I think I wanna work at the florist shop near Sunday Morning."

"Really? That'll be fun, too." Minho chuckles a bit. "You sure you're ready?" You nod.

"Yeah, think so. I feel ready. San said I should go for it, too." Minho's smile slowly fades. Of course he did.

"How's that?" He forces himself to ask, though he's afraid of the answer. Selfishly so. Here he goes, already failing with being selfish.

"Which? San?" You ask him, genuinely confused about the question.

"Mhm."

"He's becoming a good friend. We hang out, we talk."

"As long as he's good to you, Y/N." He's not even sure what direction that statement is going, but whatever it is— he truthfully and wholeheartedly means it. If San is what will make you happy, then he will let you be happy.

That's the most important.

"It's good company, that's all." Your arm brushes against his, but you don't react much about it. "Enough about me though, what about you?"

"I'm a boring person."

"Clearly not if we're bestfriends." You chuckle a bit.

"All I do is exist, Y/N. Truthfully. I just work, dance, cook." Minho laughs at how pathetic he's making himself sound right now, but it's true. It's all he does.

"Well, what about Kat?" He shivers a bit. It's weird how her name used to be like venom. Now, it's.. nothing?

"Kat?" He repeats and looks at you. You nod at him so innocently and it hits him how much the accident has changed you. Of course, not your fault. But it goes to show how difficult it's been having to adjust. "We— she— that's not really a thing anymore, I guess?"

"So, you two were dating officially?"

"No. Never. We casually saw each other but that's all." He swallows the lump in his throat.

"I'm sorry, Minho."

"No need." He chuckles. "We were never going to be serious. I just finally learned how to walk away from it. The hard way."

"I hope you really are okay." You rest your chin against your knees.

"I am. Don't worry about me." It falls silent for a moment before you call for him.

"Minho?"

"Yeah?"

"This is nice. I.. haven't been able to talk to you much, so it's nice to hear your voice more." He smiles before his head drops and he shakes his head.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just get occupied, and I always try to keep myself busy. Plus, I wanted to give you your space for a bit."

"I understand." You sigh. "This must be weird for you."

"No." He shakes his head. "It's not weird or anything. Don't ever think that."

"You feel distant."

"I'm not gonna lie, it's difficult because a lot has changed." He looks at you before tearing his eyes away. "I'm terrible at coping, and I'm terrible at dealing with big changes. All my own personal struggles, that's all."

"I get that."

"But I am sorry you feel that way. I know I should've done better, especially as your bestfriend. I haven't acted like it."

"It's okay, Minho. You don't have to apologize."

"I do. You deserve that from me." He looks at you again and his eyes soften. How he wishes he could pull you close, hold you, reassure you through a kiss on the forehead.

He feels his heart sink to the pit of his stomach, so he shifts and focuses on the water, listens to the waves crashing against the sand.

Maybe one day, he'll be able to look at you for longer.

"I wish you didn't leave so quickly after you brought me home from the clinic."

"I wanted you to get your rest."

"Jisungie was there. I was looking for you. I wish you stayed." This is what makes it difficult. You looked for him. He feels like it's been forever since that happened.

"I'm sorry." He replies softly. "I'll make it up to you, okay?"

"You can by staying and not hurrying away next time." You feel your heart thumping in your chest, and you're not sure why you feel so shy, so nervous around Minho right now. The root feeling you get with him is unfamiliar, strange— falls into the category of known unknowns. But, one thing is for sure: you crave Minho's company.

"I can do that." You nod before letting out a small yawn into your elbow. "Maybe we should head back so you can sleep?"

"Yeah, I think the exhaustion is finally hitting me." You giggle, watching as Minho stands and dusts himself off. He puts out a hand, letting you grab onto his to help pull you up to do the same. "At least I got to enjoy the ocean." You turn to him as you start to walk back into the hotel. "Thanks for spontaneously joining me."

"Of course."

"Are you on the fourth floor too?" He shakes his head.

"I booked my room a little last minute so I'm on the seventh." He digs his hands into his pockets. "Is Jisungie back?"

"No. He probably won't be back until later."

"Hm." He hums as he presses the elevator button.

"I think we're getting breakfast tomorrow right? Us 5?"

"Mhm. If Jisung is alive." You laugh and step inside.

"True. He'll be a mess later."

"Do you wanna sleep in my room?" You raise a brow at him and he instantly retracts. "Oh no, no— sorry, I meant like, you can sleep in my bed— fuck." He groans. before gathering his thoughts again. "We can switch. So you don't have to deal with him later." You laugh.

"It's alright. If I need help, I'll call you. How about that?"

"Fair enough."

"I'm sure he'll be okay." The elevator dings when it his the fourth floor. "Thanks again for the company. I'll see you tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah." You smile.

"Goodnight, Minho."

"Goodnight." His eyes are glued onto you even as you turn on your heel and walk down the hallway, the elevator doors closing in front of him.

Now, he feels empty.

He's left with another piece of his heart broken, left with the unbearing sadness and anxiety he feels every time you walk away from him.

How do you continue to love someone who doesn't remember you the way you remember them— who doesn't love you the way you love them?

☁︎ FLASHBACK | A NIGHT DURING FRESHMAN YR IN COLLEGE

"Ouch, fuck!" You whine as you almost slip on the dirt, making your way up the stupid fucking hill behind campus. "If I break my ankle or fall, this will be all your fault Lee Minho."

"You're fine! We're almost there, princess." He laughs loudly as he watches you struggle climbing up the somewhat steep hill. Minho holds his hand out for you to grab, giving you some leverage to tackle the dirt path. You squeal a bit when you feel him pull you upwards, letting out a laugh when you finally get your footing together on flat ground.

"All this for the tower." You dust yourself off and look up at the abandoned watch [fire?] tower nestled up in the hills behind campus. "So worth." You turn to look at the town's view ahead.

"Atta girl." Minho smiles and nods towards the tower. "Come, let's go up the stairs and sit up there." He swings the rusted, metal gate open to lead you to the stairs.

"We're not gonna get in trouble, right?"

"Baby, baby, baby." He says in a certain tone. "Are we really asking that question?"

"Well, I don't know!" Minho steps aside to let you climb up the steps first. "Campus security could see us from down there and catch an attitude about us being here at this time!"

"Then we'll just tell them we're not getting any younger. It's a must to explore what's outside of campus before we're thrusted in the real world." You snort as you reach the end, feet stepping onto the platform. It isn't an incredibly huge tower— quite frankly, it's tiny and you're not even sure why the dang thing existed in the first place. But, there's nothing eery to it at all. It's a nice spot to have these moments.

"A prophet. I am dating a prophet."

"Maybe." Minho laughs as he sits on the platform and takes a swig of his water. "Sit with me. Please?" Is all he says when he reaches for your hand and gently pulls you in between his legs. You sit contently, letting Minho lazily wrap his arm around your neck before planting a kiss on your temple.

"It's a perfect night." You look up at the dark, night sky, counting as stars in your immediate view. You feel your body into Minho's as he adjusts his position and holds you closer to him. "Thanks for taking me up here, love."

"Course." He gives you a small smile. "Just don't tell Ji or else he's gonna be pissed. He's been wanting to do the hike up here but I keep telling him I'm too lazy."

"Too lazy, huh?" You chuckle.

"Gotta make princess happy first and foremost." He boops the tip of your nose, making you slightly turn over your shoulder to meet his eyes.

"Hey, babe?"

"Hm?" He hums as he gently pushes the hair away from your face.

"What do you think life would be like for us in a couple of years?"

"Well." He lets out a breath as you lay back on him, the both of you watching the hustle and bustle of the town. "I'd be owning a café. You'll be teaching art, maybe opening your own little boutique for it. We'd probably live together, and I'll start stressing on how to propose to you as time continues to go on—"

"Woah, propose?" You smirk and playfully push him. "Is that so?"

"I thought we were looking at us in the future?"

"Cute. Do you think we're too young to think like that?" Minho shakes his head.

"Maybe." He presses a kiss to the top of your head. "But I'm sure of it. I think that counts for something." You let out a soft, breathy laugh.

"Yeah, you're right." You nod and lay back on him. "I like that. I like future us."

"Good." You scoff before laughing. Minho continues to stare at you, smile slowly fading when his eyes shift from yours, to your lips— back up to your eyes. "So pretty."

"It's nighttime." He shrugs as he leans in slowly.

"And? Can still see you perfectly." He mumbles just as his lips brush against yours— sending tingles down your spine. You subtly bite onto your bottom lip, closing in on the kiss. Minho holds the kiss for a moment before he inches back, coming in for another shortly after. This time, his tongue lightly glides across your bottom lip; his way of asking for permission to take the kiss a little deeper.

And you let him.

You slightly turn to position yourself better, hand coming up his neck, jaw, cheek, just as he sucks onto your bottom lip and tugs it back. You let out a soft sigh, smiling into the kiss as Minho continues.

"Maybe—we should—" You kiss him. "Head back?" He nods, giving you one last peck on the lips.

"Yeah." You prepare to stand and dust yourself off when Minho grabs your wrist. "Hey, babe?" You turn to look at him when he gets himself up. "I love you."

"I love you, too." You smile and kiss him on the tip of his nose.

☁︎ END

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yandere-kokeshi · 1 year

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hello hello~ ♡ how are you?

i'm here to request something if you don't mind! so, umm may i ask hcs for hawks and dabi (separated) with an airhead reader? airhead as in... think karen from mean girls. yeah. simply a happy-go-lucky person who is not that bright and often misunderstood what people say.

i hope my request is not confusing ;-;

thank you! ♡

Warnings: yandere behavior and slight talk about sexual content

A/N: did I go and rewatch mean girls? Yes. Did I enjoy the movie AND this request? Fuck yeah! I'm sometimes baffled by your wonderful ideas that some of you come up with <33.

Hope you enjoy :]!

Keigo Takami / Hawks:

How are you so cute? You may be the literal death of him, darling!

Nobody is allowed to tease you other than him. Whenever you come back from shopping and you tell him about your day, he’s baffled by how someone can be so rude to you! He’s immediately asking names and descriptions.

He loves that you talk his ear off, he normally hums and adds on whatever you’re talking about while looking at you with such bird eyes. How are you so pretty?

If you say anything out of the ordinary or simply stupid, he’d just laugh and rub your hair affectionately; kissing your forehead before whispering ‘my dork’.

Absolutely takes your airheadedness as a way to teach you new things; whether that’s words, phrases, or tutoring you on life skills, so be it. At times, he will just leave you alone whenever you mispronounce something or falsy accuse someone; he thinks you are so innocent!

At some point, it's expected for you to say you could predict the weather with your chest. Keigo looked at you, and blinked before itching at his chin, leaning down to your height: “Really now, dove? Lemme see!”

Loves it whenever you brag about him or simply wanna touch him. It never fails to boost his ego up to a thousand, but he gets to have your extremely soft and delicate skin on his worked-out chest, cooing at your hands before suggesting going… lower.

Dabi:

You’re so adorable and addictive, don’t you know that?

At times, he will be straightforward and tell you you’re an idiot; before slightly apologizing when he sees your lip tremble. Your reactions are pure drugs for him.

Gets a kick out of telling you things that are obviously a lie. Such as swallowing gum sticks around for several years, rust will give you tetanus or simply saying that swallowing oysters will give you an STI. He loves watching your reactions and confusing the absolute shit out of you.

Absolutely adores seeing you wear revealing clothing, especially those short skirts, and low-cut shirts; It makes him feel extreme emotions. However, he will not allow you to wear it in public; your body is only meant for him to see. If needed, Dabi will force you to wear his jacket and have him carry you.

Much like Hawks, he will tease you like no other; calling you mean names and riling you up just to see your reaction; “You’re so dumb, dollface. But that’s why I love you. C’mere and gimme a hug.”

If he has to leave and you are too clingy to leave him alone, he will sit you down and express that he’ll give you a good reward if you’ll be a good doe-eyed for him while he’s gone.

While he does love how much you talk and how stupid cute you sound, sometimes it will come too much and he will kiss you to zip it; especially at night time when the two of you are supposed to be sleeping. 95% of the time, it works like a charm!

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filthgarbage86 · 10 months

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content: himbo!eddie, innocent/inexperienced with ladies!eddie, fluff, hyperfeminine themes, mentions of weed, teeth-rotting sweet fluff

Imagine coming home from an event or something, fully glammed up, and you walk into Eddie’s trailer. It’s a very funny contrast but it made since for you, plus you thought the trailer was cozy and nice to come back to after a night out.

Imagine Eddie on the couch, watching some horror movie for the umpteenth time, the room smelling strong of the joint he was working on before you walked in. He turns his dazed out eyes to you and gives you a dopey lil smile. “Hiya babyyy”

You giggle a little bit “hiiii eddiieee”, teasing him with his tone. “Give me one second, I have to go wash up”

You head towards the bathroom and Eddie follows you. You had been gone all day and then all night with work and then friends, so it makes sense he was ready to just be with you and sharing space with you.

Once you’re both in the bathroom and Eddie has wrapped his arms around your waist and his head on your shoulder, you start your night routine - the full night routine. And Eddie is just standing there staring at you.

He knew you did a lot at night to get ready, hell you left most of your creams and products on the counter, but he’d never watched you do this, or any girl for that matter, he didn’t have much experience.

You start with easy stuff, taking out earrings, letting down/out your hair and the million bobby-pins. And then, you go for your falsies (eyelashes) and Eddie stands up straight-

“WHOOOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA BABY WHAT HAPPENED WHAT DID YOU DO ARE YOU OKAY?”

You look at Eddie through the mirror confused and then you looked at your falsies and started giggling again. Eddie was so lost in your giggling because to him, it looked like you just ripped all your eyelashes off. He turned you sideways by your shoulders so you could face him and he could look at your eyes.

“Eddie, honey, I’m okay! They’re just false eyelashes, they’re not real! Look” and you hold out your hand to the small caterpillar looking thing. His eyes looked like they were gonna bug out of their sockets at any point, his eyebrows still scrunched.

“This isn’t just because I’m high- you’re really holding a fake EYELASH right?”

You can’t stop giggling. Oh my gods not only is he discovering false eyelashes for the first time, but he’s finding out about them high. No wonder he’s having a hard time understanding it.

“Yes baby, look. To put them on, you put a little bit of eyelash glue on them and you stick them to your eyelids”

“Does it hurt to take them off?”

“No not at all! Here I still have one more, you can take it off. Just gently pull it off and place it in my hand.”

He looks at you like you just asked him to commit murder with you. He takes a deep breath “you promise it doesn’t hurt?”

“I pinky promise, Teddie”

Once you two link pinkies, he slowly raises his hands to your face, one hand holding your cheek and the other going towards your eye. You are astonished by how gentle Eddie is being. He carefully pinches the eyelash, and starts pulling away, slower than a sloth at first and then before he knew it, it was off. He makes sure to place the eyelash in your hand.

“See! Not scary or painful at all!” you give him a little kiss on his cheek and put your hand on his face now, dragging your thumb along his cheek to rub in the kiss. He melts into your hand and is just admiring you with big doe eyes

“Girls do that every time they get fully dressed up?”

“Some girls! Some girls do it everyday”

“EVERYDAY? They put glue and fake eyelashes on their eyes everyday?”

“Yes Eddie”

“That’s metal. You’re metal babe, wow” and you’re once again giggling at your easily impressed boyfriend.

You both return to your original stances with his arms around your waist and you finish up your routine. You’re smiling thinking and a thought occurs to you-

If Eddie thought that fake eyelashes were metal, what else was he going to think was hardcore that girls just.. do?

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things 4 #boyfriend!eddie munson #listen I just love this man and think he’d be astonished by falsies

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cthulhusstepmom · 11 months

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Simon has been engaging in what he likes to call "exposure therapy"; in essence he'll go to Soap's room, usually when he's there, and stare at the snake until he feels his lips start to burn and twist. When he's feeling particularly brave he'll go sit on the bathroom floor and stare down the cobra, False cobra he reminds himself. That one is usually better, it's smaller and objectively otherworldly. It's hard to justify having a panic attack over a purple snake half as long as his arm. He's been getting better, the burning turns to a subtle itch to a barely noticeable twitch. It took five hours of sitting in cold tile to get even the slightest reaction last time, watching Hugo cruise around his enclosure while Johnny slept soundly in the other room. Hour six and he does something stupid.

He knows the falsie can't hurt him, no worse than a bee sting if he lets it chew him up, he read. He'd seen Soap handle him, seen the love in his eyes as he looked at him. He doesn't really realize he's done it until he hears the click of the glass door hitting home. And now Simon is frozen watching the snake come forward to investigate him, can feel the flicks of its tongue flicking over his gooseflesh. His lungs start burning, watching the snake flare out its neck hovering above his palm. His scales are wet from where he'd been swimming as he inches carefully onto Ghost's arm. The texture brings him back to the present, incredibly smooth and pleasantly warm to the touch from the warm water. Ghost shakes his head and looks down. Hugo is exploring his lap at a leisurely pace, poking his head into the folds of material in his sweats. Eventually he finds the stretched out pocket and in a flash he dives in and curls himself up as pleased as punch. After that, his exposure therapy takes a different turn and, with Soap's permission, he even takes Hugo to the break room in the dead of night to meet the goldfish (safely on the outside of the glass of course).

One day Soap approaches him with a pleased hop in his step and announces that he found someone for Hugo. Ghost isn't upset. He's not. He knows how Johnny's operation works, Hugo was never going to be a permanent resident...but it just feels so soon.

Soap gives him the details and a week later they've set a meeting in the parking lot of the local Tesco's. Hugo is leisurely curling through Ghost's fingers, distracting him from the exposed feeling of just a black medical mask, as Johnny watches with a small smile on his face that's slowly disappearing as the time crawls past fifteen minutes late. At half an hour late a loud car peels into the lot with a screech, making a beeline toward their borrowed pickup and pulling to a stop far far too close to Johnny for Simon's comfort.

The kid that gets out of the car is tall and lanky with dusty blond hair that's seen more gel than shampoo in the past several weeks. He's young, younger than Simon had expected and from the contemplative frown on Johnny's face younger than he expected too. He's early twenties, 24 at the oldest. He also reeks of cigarette smoke, not that Ghost himself is the perfect role model for lung health but he's not chain-smoked like that since he was a teenager with something to prove.

"Ay sup bruv! Sorry I'm late traffic's a fucking bitch." The kid claps a hand on Soap's back. "Where is it?" Soap is opening his mouth to answer but he's cut off by the next outburst. "Fuck mate you're holding it? That's fucking ballsy, mad respect! Big lad like you, probably take a while before it offed you though yeah?"

The urge to put a bullet through this cocky little wankstain is a loud chant in the back of his mind.

"Not worse than a bee sting." He growls under his breath.

"S' a Cobra innit?" The kid snarks.

"False Water Cobra." Soap corrects and Ghost can hear the click of his teeth as he spits out the words.

"...still venomous though right? Your post said it was venomous."

A pregnant pause fills the air as Soap and Ghost make eye contact. Silent communication flies between them, a language learned in a landscape of fire and death. The slightest twitch, a shallow nod.

"We're done here." Ghost snarls as let's Hugo slither into his pocket, crossing his arms.

"Oi! I dunno what you think you're doing freakshow but I'm not leaving without my fucking snake." The kid reaches ominously into his pocket.

The little shit makes it a single step forward before a heavy hand clamps down on his trapezius.

"Ah dinnae think yeh understand. We're done, aye?"

Ghost feels a grin twitching on his lips as he watches pain twist up the youth's pointed features, watching Soap twist him around and shove him into his car with little more complaint than a pained yelp.

When they're back on base Ghost lets out a small breath of relief when Hugo is safely returned to his palaudarium.

Laying with Johnny curled up on his chest later that night he feels more than he hears a small laugh.

"Yer attached to him now."

He heaves a great long-suffering sigh.

"Less of a brat than you are, made it easy."

His Johnny laughs loud and clear and if his brain is turning with plans of rearranging his room and researching plants then that's between him and god...for now.

#....hehehehhehe #hugo is finally more than a on offscreen gag!!#and of course Ghost fell in love with him just look at them.#being completely realistic:DO NOT FREEHANDLE ANY MILDLY VENEMOUS SNAKE YOU DO NOT KNOW #BAD IDEA #even if the venom isnt that severe you could be allergic and if theres anything you can do to avoid a bite just do it #also the rearfanged venemous species are so fascinating and i could give like a whole short seminar on them i love them so much #and yes Hugo is here to stay #cod mw2 #fish person gaz #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #reptile person soap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #false water cobra

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dior-and-dietcoke · 2 years

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Hello babe <3

First of all, I 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄-

Second of all I wanted to ask if your interested into doing another bimbo!reader fix cuz their my favs with Tokyo revenges ofc. But like this bimbo!reader is like shy and they easily fall in love with anyone who gives them the slightest affection.

Thanks, have a wonderful day lovely <33

First of all I APRICIATE THAT SO MUCH AAAH<33

and second, shy bimbo!reader is such a fav of mine im so glad you requested it omg

DRAKEN, KAZUTORA, MITSUYA, SANZU

18+, fluff, pretty short, dubcon, oral, rough, implied public sex, fingering, bathroom sex, praise, petnames, implied gangbang, all characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned

DRAKEN

You worked with ken in his bike shop and he was always so nice to you! So you developed a little..okay, huge crush on him..and you noticed that Draken has been staring at you lately so one thing led to another and you were on your knees behind the counter, sucking darkens huge cock with his big hands in your hair as you messily drooled on his dick "fuck, you're fucking good at this.." that compliment makes you smile so you pulled his cock out of your mouth to slide the sticky tip over your lips before kissing it. Making the tall man bite down on his fist while groaning "so fucking good—such a good fucking girl.." Ken mumbled. You looked up at ken through your falsies and moaned around his cock making Draken throw his head back and suddenly pull you back off his cock with his hand in your hair. "Bend over that desk...now." he huffed and you obeyed and arched your back, sticking your ass out for him. Ken got behind you and lifted your skirt to grab and admire your soft ass "shit.. I knew it was soft.." he smirked and grabbed your chin to make you look up at him for him to immediately slip his tongue into your mouth while ken started to slide your panties to the side "been wantin' to do this for ages now..fuck..you better get ready cause I won't be able to stop once I start, baby.."

KAZUTORA

You work at the local library, and kazutora came pretty often to it..and you thought he was pretty cute~ he walk away awkwardly sideglancing you while he pretended to read a book or look through the science section..kazutora didn't know anything about science he just looked through there because that section was the closest to the main counter, where you usually worked at. After long days of thinking about how to approach you and chifuyu hyping him up, he finally decided to talk to you. As you were struggling to fill the shelves of romance novels up because of you not being able to reach the top shelf, there was a nervous cough behind you "um..h-hi..do you need any help getting up there?" The Man with the pretty Tiger Tattoo on his neck, you looked behind you and blushed "u-uh- don't worry! You don't have to, I don't want to cause you any trouble" you smiled politely as you stood on your tippy-toes before almost tripping, kazutora quickly held your waist and the hand that was up. You immediately felt all hot and bothered because he touched your wrist and hand. Soon kazutora noticed too and you two just stared at each other before you two went in for a kiss at the same time, what a coincidence that you were in the romance section..not soon after that little kiss you cutely grabbed his hand and hurried off to the bathroom so push him into a stall and lock the doors. After you managed to do that you began kissing on the pretty man's neck where his Tattoo was, meanwhile your hand traveled down to the crotch of his jeans just to find that he was already hard and at the same time kazutoras hand went under your tracksuit pants to feel you already all wet. You two looked at each other and then said at the same time "I have a crush on you!"

MITSUYA

You were a customer of mitsuya, you ordered him to make a dress for you because you adored his work! But when you came to his office for him to get your measurements, you were already nervous but you didn't expect him to give you so many compliments on your body "you have a very beautiful figure, if I may say so" he smiled softly as he wrapped the measurement tape around your waist you blushed and bit down on your acrylic nail "th-thank you..sir" mitsuya just laughed and put the tape up to your chest "you can just call me Takashi, don't worry too much about formalities" you felt like your heart was gonna jump out of your chest at how sweet he was being "also..tell me if this is beyond your boundaries but you are really beautiful" mitsuya chuckled at how embarrassed you got "u-Uhm..thank you..you're beautiful too, t-Takashi.." you looked up at him through your long and pretty lashes shyly and grabbed his arm "hm? What is it?" He asked with a soft and charming smile. You just twirled your hair around your finger and asked "can i.. kiss?" Mitsuya was taken aback by your bold question but then just smiled again before placing his hand on your cheek and pressing his soft lips on your plump ones, the kiss quickly got heated and mitsuya slid his hand down your body to end up under your skirt, his fingers pressed onto your throbbing clit, making you moan into his mouth "you're pretty sensitive~" mitsuyas hands felt so soft and delicate over your body, but then he slipped his fingers inside your already leaking pussy and just began to thrust his fingers inside of you, making you arch your back and wrap one of your thighs around his waist as your hands held onto his back for dear life "w-w-wanna go on a date?" You asked out of breath before you started kissing his neck and immediately making him sigh softly "I was about to ask you the same, doll"

SANZU

Sanzu was supposed to pick up some food for Mikey, but when he arrived a different person was working there, it was a woman, an unbelievably beautiful woman at that. He walked up to the counter and you were listening to some Song through your headphones, you didn't even see him because your eyes were closed and you were humming the Song cutely. Sanzu tapped you on the shoulder and you shrieked "oh gosh! You scared me!" You laughed and looked the man up and down, he was pretty tall..and hot. The pink-haired man chuckled "sorry about killing your vibe, cutie.." you immediately blushed and gave him heart eyes. Sanzu noticed how shy you got and smirked, he leaned over the table to just start flirting with you "you know, I didn't expect to see such a pretty Lady to be working here~" you blushed at that corny compliment and looked away "th..thank you.." sanzu actually blushed at how cute you were being, you got so shy from just one dumb compliment?! You looked back up at him "you..you're really pretty too" and with that sanzu just put his hands on your face to kiss you, you melted into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck with you already opening your mouth for his tongue to enter and swirl around yours, he kissed so good just feeling his wet and warm tongue made you wet, sanzu suddenly pulled back from that messy and wet kiss before giving you a cute quick peck and asked, "how about you skip work and you come with me, cutie?" You thought about it "b-but I'll lose my job.." you pouted but sanzu just kissed you again "baby, I can take care of you..trust me, okay?" You then noticed how expensive his suit felt and also saw the expensive watch on his wrist, laced with diamonds. You dumbly nodded and he picked you up before just taking one of the doriyakis. Did your momma never tell you to not go with strangers? He is probably gonna mouth fuck you into his mattress and pass you to his hot friends, and even worse, he's probably gonna buy you pretty diamonds!!

#jojo writes #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev smut #tr smut #tokyo rev #bonten smut #draken smut #ken ryuuguji smut #mitsuya takashi smut #mitsuya smut #kazutora hanemiya smut #kazutora smut #sanzu haruchiyo smut #sanzu smut #bimbo!reader

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pandagyaru · 1 year

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A Gyaru and a Cowboy? What a weird but satisfying combo

The gyaru gifs are kinda lacking

I am also seriously gay for cole cassidy <3

So he's broken my year hiatus

"Look I just don't see how your eyelashes are comfortable" Ashe says as she lays her arm around your shoulder. You look at her and then your tiny mirror again, holding a falsie covered in glue.

"They're not. But beauty is pain, I feel you'd know that out of anyone" You jokingly wink at her, nearly stabbing yourself in the eye with the falsie. She slaps the back of your head.

"Wrong cowboy to flirt with" She states, tipping her hat in the direction of the gorgeous man thats been haunting your dreams; cole cassidy. He was over near D.va, seemingly being "bullied" by her. You roll your eyes at Ashe.

"Yeah yeah. But you can see where I'm coming from with the attraction" You say, standing up from your "gal squat" (its basically just squatting on the ground but like 🌺Gal🌺 LMAO). She puts her finger to her mouth and gags.

"I do not actually, I think ya just have questionable taste in anyone" She teases.

"*GASP* How could you say that?!" You dramatically put your hand over your heart. Cole looks over at the "scene" you're causing.

"Leave the kid alone ashe, you bully" He jokingly shouts over. Now it's ashe's turn to roll her eyes.

"Up yours cassidy" She tells him, giving him the middle finger. He throws his head back in a loud laugh. You noticed that D.va seems to have disappeared from the conversation and the room.

"Alright, well I've got things to do and people to see. See ya later (Y/n)" Ashe says, walking out of the room and waving at you. You wave back to her and look over to see cassidy just staring at you. (👁👁)

"May I help you cowboy?" You questioned, putting your hands on your hips; raising your eyebrow at him.

"I don't know, can ya?" He shot back jokingly.

"Depends what you want, ya narcy" (narcissist) You tease, walking over to him. Your stomach flips with a weird feeling as he looks at you. Your face heats up. He grabs your waist and pulls you close to him.

"I want to take such a darlin of a person, out on a date" He says, hitting his hat on your head.

"I think i can help with that" You whisper.

#gyaru #x nonbinary reader #cole cassidy #overwatch x male reader #overwatch #overwatch x reader #gyaru reader #cowboy

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theminecraftbee · 2 years

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concept: grian gifts h a hermit egg of all his mcc teammates this mcc. they all hatch. he gets his hermits alright. (i know the timelines don't quite work but give the man his hermits)

this is a good concept. i'm thinking like -

they're silly little gifts, and grian laughs as he hands them over. he explains how on the sever they'd been playing a game, and he would have gotten an h egg instead if he good, but here, here's a gregg, and a scegg, and a f... falegg... flegg... okay, so he'd only thought through the name of his own, but -

h laughs. he says he'd prefer them to the theoretical h egg. they're cute! and they'll remind him of his friends while he's away, right? it's not just grian who's pleased with that, and seeing that false is quietly pleased as well makes h pretty sure he's said the right words. so, carefully, he puts them in his bag, and as they all wave to go home again after a very fun event, he promises to take good care of them.

now, where we go from here, i think, depends on where you think hbomb goes next. i'd say probably his current vault hunters server, although there's probably a story to tell if you want to do the dsmp crossover. but i'm going with his current vault hunters, where he carefully puts the eggs on a shelf, and he loses himself in vaults and phone calls with people about reviewing their sands performance and, you know, the sorts of things you do when you are somewhat of a central figure to a lot of people, even if you don't know it.

and he's careful with the eggs, but he panics a little, when he sees that they're cracked one day. he doesn't want to have to tell grian and falsie and scar that he broke their thoughtful gift. he'd been trying to protect them. had he messed something up? desperately, he decides to research how to repair them.

that's uh, not what happens.

because he comes home and instead of eggs to repair he hears a much higher-pitched version of grian shouting his name and a quiet false and a confused scar and three small children fall off of his shelf.

h will not be ashamed to admit that he screamed. loudly.

the small scar then looked at him before loudly screaming back, since it's apparently the done thing to do.

once both h and scar stop screaming and he manages to pull the grian that has decided to perch in his hair to somewhere safe and to talk the false out of h's weapons storage, no you aren't a high enough level for that vault gear you will hurt yourself i don't care how cool you think that axe is, he calls grian to panic. and maybe yell a little at him for the prank. and then panic more.

what he gets on the video call is a grian with wide, unusually bird-like eyes and many, many more small hermits running around him.

"hatchlings?" grian asks, with all the dignity of a slightly drunk hummingbird.

"right. i'll ask someone else then. uh. see you next mcc!" h says, and hangs up, before shouting as scar has somehow already managed to nearly put a vault crystal in his portal, scar you can't do that.

....this is fine. this is fine! he has his hermits. h likes hermits! hermits are cool! grian get that choice flask out of your mouth those are rare -

#answered #magicalmanhattanproject #prompt ficlet #jevin's egg disaster #KIND OF this can be considered not really canon to that but related to it and i think it turned out alright so its going there #anyway the story after this is 'hbomb94 tries to figure out how to prevent these tiny guys from dying on vault hunters'#'a thing that is much harder for him to do than he'd care to admit'

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underoossss · 2 years

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35 + 46 from the kisses prompt list with steve? i need me some hurt/comfort and ur great at writing it 🫶🏻

Hi and thank you so much for this ask! I hope you enjoy it and that is brings you comfort. Sometimes we have bad days and I feel like just being near Steve would help to calm you down🥺

35: gentle stroking of cheeks while kissing

46: kisses for comfort

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You know how some days can be worse than others? There are great days, good days, neutral days and bad days. Today, it was worse than a bad day. It was as if someone single handedly picked out things out of your stress dreams, shoved them in a blender and splashed you across the face with the product.

It began in the morning, when your alarm clock didn’t wake you up on time to go to work. You had to rush over your morning routine, brushed your teeth while picking out clothes —consequently spilling toothpaste on said clothes—almost fell downstairs in your hurry to get out of the house, all the while your hands shook wildly over the anxiety of facing your boss once you arrived. Such was your luck that day, that you were on inventory and closing shop duty for clocking in late at work. Which meant whatever plans you had to see your boyfriend at o’clock that afternoon flew out of the window.

You made sure to call him —and you’d be lying if you said hearing Steve’s voice didn’t make you feel better— and let him know your predicament, making plans to see each other later in the night. Whatever comfort the phone call gave you fizzled out instantly though, because to make matters worse, there were two incidents in the convenience store immediately after. The first one, a rude customer demanding a reimbursement and yelling at you when you explained the company policy to her.

“Ma’am I’m really sorry but this item was purchased two months ago.” You tried to remain calm despite all the yelling. “It can’t be returned and I can’t give you your money back after 25 days, I’m sorry.”

It seemed that this only angered the woman even more, for she started cursing at you and at everyone in the store as she left. She even went as far as to knock things off the shelves that you had to pick up and arrange again. And because you apparently got cursed to experience everything that gives you anxiety that day, people you used to go to school with walked in just as you were cleaning the mess up. They were three girls and one boy —the twin sisters Sarah and Tara, Helen who’s basically a twin wannabe, and Brad, Sarah’s boyfriend— the popular kids. They made it obvious that they were laughing and talking about you, but you ignored them, at least until they started complaining loudly about the store’s terrible service.

You had to stand up, muster up your fakest smile and breathe through you interactions with them. They had gotten lip gloss and hairspray, that you rung up, hoping that you wouldn’t have to talk to them other than to ask “credit or cash”.

“So why are you slumming it here?” Brad just had to ask after saying your name.

“Maybe Harrington’s bad luck is rubbing off on her.” Sarah said with a giggle, thought there was nothing joyous about it. It was lethal poison, fermenting the air.

You furrowed your brows in anger and looked up from the change you were counting, ready to open your mouth and send them to hell and back. But just then you manager stepped out of his office and you knew you had to pretend to be a friendly employee if you wanted to keep your job. That doesn’t mean you can threaten them over a smile.

“Easy there, Brad.” You smiled, placing the change on the counter. “You wouldn’t want to get beat up again, like you did a year ago hm?”

You hoped the reminder that Steve had already put him in his place the previous year would shut all of them up but Brad’s girlfriend seemed to bristle in annoyance next to him.

“He’s not afraid of your dumbass boyfriend anymore, loser.” Sarah pointed a pink falsie at you.

Tara and Helen laughed behind her, you could feel their eyes judging everything about you and it made you nauseous. Fake it till you make it though.

So you smiled and acted more nonchalant than you actually felt. “Don’t see how that’s true if he can’t even say it himself. But I guess his leash is too tight around his neck. Loosen it a bit won’t you? It’s making him stupider than usual.” With a nod towards the door you gave them another sweet smile. “Thank you for your purchase.”

They left with a huff, but you couldn’t calm your racing heart until long after. Not even the rearranging of the shelves helped you calm down, or focus on anything other than Sarah’s words. Why couldn’t say something better, defend Steve, instead of being so passive. Why did your boss have to make his rounds around the store just then? Loser, she had said, and while you thought that word didn’t have power over you anymore it still made you feel like shit. Like all the work you had done to get over their stupid mean looks just disappeared into thin air.

It was safe to say that you were on your breaking point by the time you were able to leave. And the last drop came in the form of a rainstorm. You had just locked up the store, and walked to your car when it started to rain heavily all of a sudden. Thick drops of cold rain poured out of the sky and drummed loudly on the rooftop of your car. You closed the door and shivered in your seat, ready to go home and change before you went to Steve’s place but your car decided not to start. You tried a total of five times, but each time the engine sputtered and died once more.

“Shit.” You murmured slouching where you sat and taking off your seatbelt. All your emotions that had pent up during the day surfaced in a second. They drowned your eyes in tears before they fell down your face and onto the fabric of your jeans. “Shit.” Your trembling hands covered your face as a few sobs escaped you. However, you knew you had to be smart about this first, and cry later.

With a worried glanced out the window, you opened the car door again and raced to the payphone —finally something good had happened and it was near your car. You inserted two quarters into the machine and dialed the all familiar number just as thunder boomed in the sky. After two rings the call connected you to your lifeline in more ways than one.

“Hello?” Steve’s voice soothed you with force, and your eyes teared up with relief.

“Stevie.” You said in a small voice, your mouth close to the phone so he could hear you over the pouring rain.

Steve’s concern was quick to take over and you could tell from his tone alone that his brows were furrowed in concentration. “Babe? Are you crying? Are you okay?”

You shook your head uselessly, and sniffled before answering. “No. My car won’t start, I’m just outside the store and it’s raining so much and—”

“I’ll be there in a second.” Steve said instantly. “Wait for me in your car okay, stay out of the rain.”

“Okay.” You whispered, feeling relieved and exhausted. “Thank you, Stevie.”

“No need to thank me baby, just hang on okay?” He told you, and you knew he was ready to run out the door. “I love you.”

“I do, more.” The line went dead after that, so you turned around and ran to your car to wait for Steve.

His car parked next to yours ten minutes later, and he slid out a second after, one of his jackets in his hand. The rain had slowed down to a slight drizzle so you wasted no time and got out of your car and ran to his arms. The sight of him made you smile even as you felt yourself crying with relief. As if reading the look in your eyes, Steve opened his arms which you gladly ran into.

“Steve.” You sighed when your arms circled his waist, soaking up his warmth, melting in his embrace.

“I’ve got you.” His arms went around your shoulders, they held you to his chest and squeezed you tightly enough to comfort you. “I’m here.”

You squeezed you eyes shut, letting yourself feel all you emotions, knowing that Steve wouldn’t judge you and would only offer support. He offered soft reassurances against your ear, his voice soothing even though you couldn’t focus on them clearly enough. “Wanna tell me what happened? This is about more than just your car isn’t it?” He asked softly.

Leaning back just enough to look into his eyes, you shook your head before you brought your gaze down to his chest. “Maybe later.” You whispered and looked up once more when his fingers tilted your chin gently.

His eyes were full of love and comfort as they gazed into yours, wanting to offer whatever comfort he could. “What can I do, to make this better?

You brought a hand up to his hair and ran your fingers through it as your heart ached with love for the man in front of you. “Can I have a kiss?” You asked almost shyly.

Steve’s smile appeared then, beautiful and comforting while his hands moved to cradle your face. “All my kisses are yours.”

The minute his lips touched yours you sighed against them; you had been complete unaware of how much you needed the physical comfort only Steve could give you. His hold on your face was a gently and grounding touch, more so when his thumbs caressed your cheeks softly. His bottom lip brushed both of yours slowly before he captured them again in a slow but meaningful kiss; as if he wished to kiss any worry or sadness away. And it was working.

The tension on your body started to leave you, and one of Steve’s hands moved to your waist to hold you against him when your body started to lean more and more towards his. He chuckled, moving to kiss along your jaw when his smile —and consequently yours too— prevented you from kissing any more.

“How about we get out of here hm?” Steve mumbled against you skin. “We can go to my place, and we’ll call tow truck to pick up your car.”

You nodded, bringing his face back to yours and pressing your foreheads together. “Thank you, baby.” You whispered. “For everything.”

He pecked your lips once more then leaned back to look into your eyes. “I’m always here for you, beautiful.” His hand squeezed your waist where it rested, “Let’s go, before it starts to rain again.”

You nodded and looked after him in wonder as he got all your things from your car and locked the doors after him. “I love you.” You said accepting his hand as he led you back to his car, beaming when he placed a kiss on it.

“I do more.” Steve winked, opening and then closing the door for you.

Once safely inside, you allowed yourself to relax, knowing for sure that all the bad things that happened during the day were behind you. You knew that with Steve things would only start to get better, and perhaps the next day wouldn’t be bad at all

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millenari · 8 months

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believe it or not that entire last post was born of me getting distracted while looking for a good picture of macavity. but anyways i hate how bway revival macavity's eyemakeup shifted from stylized lashes to what looks like war paint stripes. it sucks real bad bro give him his falsies back

#im not talking abt the quality of the makeup since first pic is for a photshoot #im talking about the placement #cats the musical #cats fan on main

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carnivorousyandeere · 10 months

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Good Girl, Memphis~

( MDNI )

CW: smut, some degradation, feminization, hints of dumbification/bimboification, talk of breeding, penetrating Memphis, anal

Other info: gender-neutral reader, can be read as reader having a cock or strap, dom reader

Ok ngl y’all I’m. Feeling a little embarrassed about this one; idk if it turned out well.

Memphis pouts a little, hands twitching in his lap and tugging at his skirt while you do his makeup. You’re just taking sooooo loooooong, longer than you need to. But he knows better than to say so, or to try and touch himself— even though he’s achingly hard, tenting the cute little skirt you’d picked for him earlier.

Finally, you step back, and spin his chair around to face the mirror. Memphis opens his eyes, heavy with falsies and mascara, to see his reflection. You were right— he looks so pretty. So pretty, all for you. He preens at the compliments you give him, shivering a little when you wrap your arms around him from behind and kiss his ear.

“Such a pretty girl,” you sigh, smiling at the way his cute little cat ear twitches from your breath on it. “Are you ready for your reward, for being so patient?”

Memphis’ ears perk up immediately, and he nods so hard he almost headbutts you. You release your hold on him and watch with satisfaction as Memphis immediately jumps in bed to position himself ass up, tail flicking excitedly under his skirt. You take a minute to admire him like that before moving closer.

You flip his skirt up to admire his ass even more. He looks delicious in his tight little panties, pulled even tighter by the hard-on straining the front of them. You run your hands over his ass, relishing in the way he pushes back into your touch, and the way he jerks and gasps when you slap the swell of his ass. He fights down a moan at the sting as you trace over the reddening skin.

You can’t help but laugh at how reactive he is. Memphis huffs at the sound, ears and tail flicking irritably.

“Would you hurry up already?” He growls, impatience finally boiling over.

“Okay, okay,” you giggle, leaning in to press a kiss to the tender flesh. He’d been patient for much longer than ever before, so you’d give him just a little lenience now.

You slide his panties down just a little and are pleasantly surprised to see his asshole already stretched by a plug. A pretty, glass plug with a pink heart-shaped base. One that you’d picked for him, but weren’t sure he’d use.

“Awwww, Memphis,” you coo, massaging his ass cheeks, “how thoughtful! Look at you, preparing your own pussy for me to use.”

Memphis buries his head in the pillows, face burning. You trace his stretched rim with your fingertips, admiring the way he twitches around the plug. You begin to test the plug, tugging and pushing on it. Memphis has to bite the pillows to keep his whines quiet.

You sigh happily, pulling and pushing the plug in harder and faster, enjoying the way his hips rock into the feeling, moving to lube yourself with your other hand. “You’re so cute, Memphis~! Such a pretty girl. Your pussy all pink and wet for me. Look at you, drooling and leaking all over the sheets. So precious, so needy~!”

Memphis raises his head just enough to let out a whine of “Please…!”

“Please what, Memphis?” You pull the plug out roughly, watching his hole gape and flutter without the toy, and twitch harder when you rub yourself between his cheeks. “I know your brain is leaking out of your ears, you stupid little bimbo, but you need to remember your manners~!”

“Please fuck me! I’ll be good, I’ll be good, please-!” Memphis’ claws begin to tear into the sheets, hips rocking back desperately.

“There you go, that’s my good girl~” you croon, sliding all the way in one hard thrust just the way you know he likes. Memphis nearly wails, collapsing into the pillows beneath him.

You set a hard, fast pace, making sure to tell Memphis how pretty he looks, fucked stupid on your cock. He really is, lipgloss smeared and mascara running, unable to think of anything except you inside him. His keening moans spit you on.

“Pretty, pretty girl,” you groan. You reach around, stroking his cock hard through the panties still caught around it, “Can’t wait to fill you up, Memphis, gonna— gonna make you a mommy, gonna—“

You cut yourself off with a groan as Memphis clenches down hard, body spasming as he cums with cries of your name, begging you to please fill him up, please—

And then you’re cumming too, biting down into Memphis’ shoulder. The two of you collapse onto the bed, struggling to catch your breath.

As soon as you regain some semblance of awareness, you begin to kiss and lick softly at the harsh bite you’d left. Memphis’ softening cock, still trapped in your hand under the both of you, twitches from the attention.

“Did you mean it?” He slurs, shivering through the aftershocks still racing across his body. “D’you really wanna… make me a mommy?”

“Yes.” You press a kiss to the back of his neck.

Memphis purrs, satisfied at your answer, tail rubbing against your side.

#oc memphis #werecat #werecats #werecat pack #werecat pride #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere cw #yandere smut #mdni #nsft

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autumntouched · 1 year

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i see your nat wearing jake’s cowboys jersey and i raise you nat wearing a dcc uniform, white cowboy boots and all

Y’all about to put Jake in the hospital 😭😂🔥

“What if we’re Baby and Johnny for Halloween?” Jake suggests the first week of September. He’s throwing together dinner for them while she works on crocheting a baby hat for her cousin.

Natasha grins. “I already have my costume for this year. You’re going to have to go solo, dickhead.”

“You picked a costume without me?” he whines like they’ve stuck to any of the other predictable couple norms in their relationship so far. Not that they’re even officially a couple.

“I thought it would be fun to surprise you.”

“You could’ve at least given me a heads up that was the plan,” he grumbles.

“Consider this the heads up then,” she tells him and counts out her stitches.

He turns to her from his stove. “You’re not even going to give me a hint what it is then?”

Natasha has to bite back the excited smile trying to give away her secret. “Why don’t you surprise me with yours? Call it even.”

Jake considers that as he stirs his homemade sauce. Then an evil grin spreads across his face, and Natasha wonders what she may have gotten herself into. “Deal,” he says. She loses count of her stitches again.

For the next several weeks, the tension of expectation builds as they catch one another smiling secretly and quietly to themselves. Coyote officially invites them to his Halloween bash. Natasha finds Jake peeking through her closet under the guise of helping her put her folded laundry away, and she’s glad she knows him well enough to have stored her costume at Bob’s. She does her own snooping at his place when he’s in the shower one morning, but he knows her too, and she can’t find even a clue before he emerges with his towel wrapped around his waist.

Bob offers to drive both of them to Coyote’s, and they agree to meet at her house so her wizzo only has to make one stop.

The night before, Natasha puts her hair up in pin curls so it will hold the shape through the party. She irons the costume Bob brought to work for her and hangs it up.

Her hair come out perfectly when she lets it down in time to fall some before they leave. Anticipating the look on Jake’s face when she opens the door, Natasha grins widely as she runs her fingers through the curls to stretch them into waves. She embellishes her heavier makeup with glitter and goes all out with falsies.

She opts for a push up bra under the Cowboys blue long sleeved blouse she ties between her breasts. Beneath the cheek high white shorts, she slides on a nude micro thong. Let Jake enjoy the whole package. She buckles the star studded belt low on her hips, shrugs into the mini white fringe vest, and pulls on the calf high white boots Jake’s mom sent her. She’d splurged, expecting this might not be the only time she wears them. The white cowboy hat stays in the closet. Her blue and white pom poms will be enough to keep track of, and Jake can enjoy the hat and boots another time with less in between.

She’s gone all out with the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader costume. It occurs to her as she looks herself over in the mirror that she’s never put this much thought or planning into what would turn someone on. Usually whatever is in her closet or drawers is enough. But with Jake…well, she wanted something meant just for him. And she doesn’t particularly want to think about what that means. They’re just having a good time. Exclusively with one another. Enough for Jake to expect them to wear matching costumes.

Just before he’s supposed to arrive, Natasha puts on the Cowboys’ anthem “How Bout Them Boys.” The tequila, limes, and salt are ready on the counter. The doorbell rings, and she does one last once-over in the mirror, fluffing her hair out, before hurrying to get it. He has her key but promised not to accidentally ruin the surprise by letting himself in.

She opens the door, and Jake’s jaw hits the floor. It’s a funny look on the normally suave Indiana Jones he’s dressed as, as ruggedly handsome in a jauntily tilted brown fedora, brown leather jacket over a deeply unbuttoned white collared shirt, with a whip at his hip.

But fuck, if he didn’t know what was going to make her worry about her white shorts showing too much. She’s slammed against the wall before she even tracks his movement. He has enough sense to kick the door shut behind him so her neighbors don’t get a front row view of his mouth and hands all over her, her leg hitched over his hip.

“I must be fucking dreaming,” he mutters between hard, ravaging kisses, his thumbs somehow already gliding under the hem of her blouse and bra with hands splayed across her bare sides. If she doesn’t get control of the situation, they’re not making it to Coyote’s party. But that’s a hard thought to follow with her palms already running over the ridges of his abs.

“The party,” she gasps before he claims her mouth again. They’re not going to be able to pregame like she planned because she’s sober and already tugging at his belt, gasping at the clinks of metal.

“Fuck the party,” he growls, tossing his hat away so much like Harrison Ford that Natasha’s knees give enough for her to slide down the wall.

She catches herself on his arm and the knee he’s thrust between her legs, and aren’t they too old for Halloween parties anyway? Natasha grabs the chiseled sides of his cheeks and pulls him back down to her mouth.

Bob’s ringtone blasts through her speakers and their hastily changed plans. She drags her mouth away from his. “We can do this,” she pants heavily, strong arming his shoulder to keep him at bay. “Go to the party. Leave early. Enjoy the rest of the night.”

He groans and lets his head fall to her arm. “I’m supposed to watch your ass in that all night and control myself?”

She whispers his reward for doing so in his ear, and he looks up at her through burning, indignant eyes.

“Fine,” he agrees, straightening up and fixing his costume. Natasha has to go the bathroom to retie her blouse after he attempts to help her and accidentally, probably on purpose, undoes it. Her face is too done up to splash water on so she paces until she’s pulled herself together.

She gets in front with Bob when he arrives to pick them up so Jake won’t be tempted to let his hands wander. He sits in back alone, arms crossed over his chest like a kid that didn’t get his way.

Bob takes one look at her in the front seat and one look at him in the rear view mirror and says, “You each owe me two hundred bucks if you hook up or fuck anywhere other than one of your houses tonight.” He doesn’t even bat an eye at the shock on her face or sullen scowl on Jake’s. “And you might want to pull your collar up, Phoenix, you already have a hickey.”

A/N: Anon., anyone want to let me know what Natasha promised Jake if he behaves? Does Bob make $400 for the night?

#i love your notes #talk to me #hannix football rivalry #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #ficspo #hannix fic

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