#i've always watched more than one at once so some just kinda feel paired in my head

[coolcattime]

oooo with the new saw movie coming out, would you be alright with ranking traps? or even characters in the series? the movies in general?

Hi hi hi! I'm super happy to rank off the traps! (See under the read more because it's a long ramble and like descriptions of gore + death because I have an option on death traps).

For characters, I don't think I could do a full ranking but for favourites: I love Amanda and John (so happy to see them getting to be the full main focus of Saw X), I really like Lynn from Saw 3.

So for the traps, I'm ranking each movie's traps individually. I think the list will just turn into a juggle if I tried to do this as an overall ranking.

But also this way I can discuss the traps I have thoughts on (which is less and less the more we great through films, partly from just fatigue)

I took these lists off the wiki, so most of the films are going to have a "this is not a Trap section" because I don't think some of these actually are traps. Also, I'm only ranking the Reserve Bear Trap in the original Saw, if it was in the list for 6 and 3D, it would just win.

Saw:

7: Drill Chair. This feels like an odd trap because like, it feels a lot more like Jigsaw just needed a distraction than he was genuinely testing the guy in the trap.

6: Flammable Jelly. This trap feels like so much. Flammable jelly, broken glass, and poison makes this feel like a bit overkill. I really like the concept, needing to find the combo in a mess of numbers with a time limit, but I do think it could've had maybe one fewer element. Though I do find it honestly hilarious that the guy is in the trap for calling in sick to work when he isn't sick. Like that's just so funny to me.

5: Zep's Test. This gets props for the really awesome end of the film where we get the reveal of John Kramer for the first time and the Hello Zep tape. However it does only work because Zep WANTS to abduct and hold hostage Dr Gordon's family. Like I know that, even by this point, Jigsaw has at least one apprentice and therefore could take Zep out if he didn't, but Zep shouldn't know that and he works in a hospital. Obviously John has been talking with Zep and I'll give him the benefit of the doubt of knowing he was the type of person to go through with the crime, but I still think this "trap" only works because Zep really didn't think of an alternative solution. 

4: Razor Wire Maze. I just think this one is neat. I know people have complaints about the reason for him being in the trap being self-harm, but I think that does work with John's logic (and I also know that in the original script he's there for something else). But this one feels beatable, and if nothing else it was the first.

3: Shotgun Hallway. Is this really a Saw trap? No. Should it be anywhere near this high? No. I just think it's fun. His head exploded.

2: Bathroom Trap. Escape room!!! What's not to love about this? Two guys chained to a wall, a dead body in the middle, and a countdown for one to kill the other. It's fun and that's good because it's the concept for the full movie. I kinda wish the films had stuck more for this formula of the main "trap plot" being mostly a bunch of puzzles with time for the characters to get to know each other (because I think death games are at their best when I care about the people dying).

1: Reverse Bear Trap. Look, it's just awesome okay. I love it. The design is cool. It's very survival but still feels like an actual challenge. There's a reason it got brought back in two other films, and there's a reason it's The Pigs power in Dead by Daylight, it's awesome. 

Saw 2:

Not a Trap: Eric's Test. I don't think sitting and listening for 3 hours is a trap. I do think the whole safe place is in a safe is very funny though. 

7: Electric Staircase. 

6: Magnum Eyehole. No one opens a door with their eye to the peephole. No one should open a door if someone else has their eye to the peephole. I think I can tell what the bullet of a gun looks like when looking into it and stop looking directly into it. 

5: The Furnace. This is where I think the good traps for this film begin. There’s something about this, I just think is interesting. Because you can get an antidote for free, no strings attached, it’s only the second one that even activates the trap. Right at the start of the film, someone could’ve been totally good with the nerve gas, but he just had to go reaching for the second one before passing out the first. Also, it feels beatable, which is always good.

4: Antidote Safe. Now this is how you do a psychological trap. Because this requires 0 murder, they could all get the numbers without anyone dying and then they have an antidote. But after losing 3 already (and a 4th while he's getting everyone's numbers) Xavier just decides to kill rather than, I assume, possibly being forced to fight over it. 

3: Razor Box. I think this is a really interesting idea. It feels simple, it feels beatable. Like even with both hands through, if Alison was taller (or someone else helped) then she probably could’ve got out okay.

2: Death Mask. aka the Venus Flytrap. I have never heard this called anything but the Venus Flytrap and I’m confused why the Saw wiki has given the page title a worse name. I just like this trap. Nothing wrong with a good death mask. (Guy definitely should’ve survived… like dude you’re eye is fucked anyway, get that key).

1: Needle Pit. I think the Needle Pit is so horrifying considering it’s also the only non-lethal trap in the series. Like it’s painful and terrifying (made worse knowing they had to halt filming because they dropped real needles in there by accident). It is truly awesome to watch Amanda just fucking dig through needles and seriously I cannot believe that Xavier drops the damn key.

Saw 3:

Not a Trap: Jeff's Trial & Jeff's Final Test & Amanda's Test

6: Pig Vat. I’ll be honest, I don’t mind the price of saving the judge being psychological rather than a physical toll on Jeff. I just, I don’t care about Jeff. To be fully honest, I’m not a big fan of the trap plots where it’s “here is one person who has to save everyone else” because it kinda takes the will to survive element out of it. A lot of this film’s trap plot kinda boils down to Jeff yells at a person before deciding to help, which I’m not a fan of and beyond that element I find this trap more gross than scary (and note, I fear drowning, I just can’t get my brain past rotting pig juice to find that bit scary).

5: Classroom Trap. Unbeatable and lacks any aesthetic I find cool enough to forgive that factor.

4: Freezer Room. Similar issues to the Pig Vat, but I guess I find the concept of freezing to death actually scary. 

3: Angel Trap. I know this is also unbeatable, but there’s something about this one that I just find pleasing. Even the crew call it elegant. Like if you’re going to make unbeatable traps, make them cool. 

2: The Rack. It’s cool, it’s so extremely painful, it’s Jigsaw’s favourite for a reason!

1: Shotgun Collar. I know logically this shouldn’t be my top trap for the film… but death collar!!! I have my likes for death game tropes, and death collars are high up there. It’s big and bunky which I don’t think I’ve seen any other death collar be and it definitely feels like it could’ve done the damage it eventually does to Lynn. The connection to John’s heartbeat is great, and allows for the twist when Jeff kills him. And, while I think there’s a deleted scene where it’s shown that Amanda’s key doesn’t actually unlock the collar, the idea of the key being in such close reach but completely inaccessible is great.

Saw 4:

Not a trap: Riggs Trial & Hoffman's Test (how is Hoffman’s Test listed under Saw 4 when it takes until Saw 6 for anything to actually come of it??)

8: Perez and Strahms Trial. I counted this as a trap only because a puppet exploded in Perez’s face and that wasn’t listed as an individual trap. I have no real thoughts about the exploding puppet other than why would you put your head closer??

7: Spine Cutters. We do not get to see what this trap does. That’s just kinda lame. I’m also a little unsure why he didn’t go to someone about the death trap when he clearly could walk around outside and had access to the police (sure knock out Rigg rather than tell him about the death trap), but I’ll just guess that he knew Hoffman was in on it?

6: Knife Chair. I honestly think the Knife Chair is meant to be a little bad. Like it’s John’s first trap… I think (the timeline kinda gets messier with Jigsaw). I will say, it literally falling apart, and John dodging his attack after so he just ends up in razor wire is funny, but it’s not a good trap.

5: Spike Trap. I’m not the biggest fan of contest traps. Like I don’t mind this one, I don’t particularly want an abuser to live, but it always feels a bit lame to see a trap set up as only one person having a chance.

4: Scalping Seat. A cool trap, even if I don’t think it would work realistically. I wish that it wasn’t reliant on Rigg saving her, but it also wouldn’t have set off if Rigg hadn’t activated it. So it’s kinda a mix. 

3: Ice Block Trap.

2: Mausoleum Trap. 

1: Bedroom Trap.

Saw 5:

I really like the core concept of the trap point of Saw 5 with the idea that everyone would have survived if they just worked together. That feels right. It is genuinely a really cool idea.

Not a Trap: Fatal Five Trial

8: Ceiling Jars

7: Shotgun Chair. This is genuinely so disappointing as a meeting for John and Hoffman. Like all the cool traps it could’ve been, it’s just a shotgun pointed at Hoffman.

6: Electric Bathtub

5: Water Cube

4: Pendulum Trap

3: Neck Tie Trap

2: 10 Pints of Sacrifice

1: Glass Coffin. I really really like the fact that Saw went for the walls closing up, you’re gonna get crushed and then they actually crushed the person. Especially since that was their idea because the first one was too hard to film. Like being crushed is an absolutely horrifying way to die, and I think it's awesome to see in one of these films.

Saw 6:

Not a Trap: Williams Trial

7: Explosion Bracelet

6: Oxygen Crusher

5: Pound of Flesh

4: Steam Maze

3: Shotgun Carousel

2: The Gallows. Maybe I like this one because it reminds me of the Ashley Josh trap from Until Dawn, but I do really like these kind of traps, despite how I still think that contest traps are a little lame (god I need to get back to Mianite Until Dawn at some point [because I planned so much I just like need the energy to watch the game while I write], or like… right a version of a scene where someone needs to pick between two people because I love the concept).

1: Acid Room. …I can’t get over Rodrick killing a dude okay. “You killed my dad, you son of a bitch” will forever be in my head. It is also thematic that the man who chose if other people’s get to live would be saved doesn’t get to save his own, even if it does seem a little against the Jigsaw to not prove your own will to survive.

Saw 3d:

Not a Trap: Pain Train (It was in a dream, it wasn't real and if was was real it would probably go between Lawnmower Trap and Hangman’s Noose), Bobby's Trial

11: Brazen Bull. Fuck this trap. Fuck killing a nice woman that did literally nothing wrong cause her husband is a con artist. This movie would’ve been 100% better if Joyce had been in zero danger and the threat to Bobby was being revealed to her as a con artist.

10: Suspended Cage

9: Cyanide Box & Sentry Gun

7: Wisdom Teeth Combination

6: Lawnmower Trap. This trap is less realistic than the one that literally takes place in a dream. How did they get up there? How did the survivor get down? The movie doesn’t care.

5: Hangman's Noose

4: Impalement Wheel

3: Public Execution. This is the one trap I think would work better than the original if it was set in a modern setting. Like put a couple of influencers in there and you got an actual good excuse for why it’s public.

2: Silence Circle

1: Horsepower Trap

Jigsaw:

Not a Trap: The Murders Trial

8: Edgar Munsen's Test

7: Leg Wires & Grain Silo Trap

5: Laser Collars

4: Chain Hangers. This trap I really think would benefit from the person being affected alone rather than the whole group dying. The idea that you can live super easily if you admit to the petty amount you stole that cost someone their live is so compelling, but it killing the whole group if she doesn’t admit it is just kinda ehh

3: Cycle Trap

2: Bucket Room

1: Shotgun Keys. We got to the pun! “This is your key to freedom” Yes! I love that they both could have survived and I love that John directly told them how. 

Spiral:

I haven’t watched Spiral. My best friend (who was the one that turned me onto the series, really likes it and wants to watch it together, which we just haven’t done yet). So this is done on vibes.

6: Ezekiel Banks Test

5: Glass Grinder

4: Wax Trap

3: Marcus Banks Test

2: Subway Trap

1: Finger Trap

#ask #licantropa #i honestly don't know how i would rank the films #i've always watched more than one at once so some just kinda feel paired in my head #i'm also super happy to share thoughts on any that i haven't put any for just writing out thoughts on this many traps fried my brain a litt #i hope you like the answer! #i'm so excited for saw x

[fvllingflower]

You only call me on the

pairing: college!wonwoo fem!reader, fwb

genre: smut with angst

warnings: cursing, alcohol, boob play, boob sucking, fingering, unprotected sex (pls be safe), spanking, dom!wonwoo, aftercare

song recommendation: the weekend by bibi

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You and Wonwoo met through mutual friends. Even though you've only spoken to him a couple of times, you two arranged friends with benefits. Was it the smartest thing you've agreed to? No, but you wanted to try something new.

Some of your friends started to catch on that something was going between you two but they never said anything. How could they not notice, every party you and Wonwoo would leave together or any event that involved you two, you'd leave together. Sometimes at parties you and him will disappear for hours and then come back looking like wrecks.

Although other than fucking, Wonwoo was actually a sweet guy. After every arrangement he'd make sure you're okay, he'll massage your legs, he'll praise you, he'll cuddle you, he'll talk with you. Sometimes he'll take you out to get coffee or to watch a movie you both been dying to see. Moments like those are the reasons you started falling for him. You did mean to fall for him, it just kinda happened. He's a handsome guy, he treats you well despite being friends with benefits, you two have similar interests, you just have chemistry with him that he seemed to ignore.

You remember one time after having sex you were just staring at the ceiling thinking about everything. He seemed to catch on and was trying to break you out of your trance. He climbed on top of you and was looking at you with concern. You broke out of your trance and smiled when you saw his face. He leaned down and kissed you for no reason but you weren't complaining.

You were out shopping with your best friend, Yoohyeon since she wanted to find something new to wear for an upcoming party. As you were walking through the mall your phone buzzed. You checked it and it was Wonwoo asking if you're free this weekend. At this point those messages if you're free on the weekend bum you out. What if you just admitted to Wonwoo your feelings? And risk getting hurt, no way. Yoohyeon could tell you were in your thoughts again.

"Y/N," She shook you softly. You shook your head and looked at her.

"Are you okay?" She asked. You contemplated on telling her. She's your best friend you can trust her.

"I need to tell you something important," You sighed.

"Do you wanna go somewhere private?" She asked. You nodded and so you two went into a bathroom stall together.

"Promise you won't tell anyone!" You raised your pinky finger up.

"I promise," She locked pinky fingers with you and shook on it.

"Um so me and Wonwoo have been fucking," You looked down. Yoohyeon's jaw dropped.

"Are you joking?" She looked flabbergasted.

"Sadly no, and what's worse is that I've developed feelings for him," You admitted.

"That's why you're always busy on the weekend and you two leave together," She put the pieces together.

"What are you gonna do about your feelings?" She asked. You shrugged.

"I don't know, I mean he's a really sweet guy but he only seems to want sex out of me," You ranted. Yoohyeon hugged you and rubbed your back.

"Okay here's what you'll do," She pushed you back and made you look at her.

"You're gonna tell him you're going to Mingyu's party, you'll look sexy as fuck, he'll pick you up, you fuck him, you two rest and what not, and then you confess to him," She explained her plan. You nodded.

"Okay?" She asked.

"Okay," You smiled. She hugged you once more before walking out the bathroom. You texted Wonwoo.

<Sorry I'm going to MIngyu's party with Yoo.

>That's fine, I'll just pick you from there then.

<Okay

You and Yoohyeon went back shopping with a new mission to find you a sexy dress. You ended up picking a mini black dress with a deep v-neck. You felt sexy in it and Yoohyeon agreed you looked sexy. Yoohyeon chose a silk champagne color dress that complimented her body.

The day finally came of the party. You woke up late. You ate breakfast, showered, skincare, your makeup, and finally got dressed. You walked into Yoohyeon's room to see her ready.

"Damn girl, I'd smash," She smiled and you laughed.

"When does the party start?" You asked.

"Mingyu said around 6 or 7," She answered.

"It's 6:30, you wanna go?" You asked her and she nodded. You went to put your heels on and Yoohyeon put hers on. You guys got into the car and got to the party. You and Yoohyeon held hands while trying to find Mingyu, who was by the pool.

"Yoohyeon, Y/N you guys made it," He sounded excited and he hugged us.

"Wouldn't miss it," Yoohyeon smiled.

"I'm gonna grab a drink," You smiled and walked off. You went inside to grab a beer and when you turned around you crashed into someone.

"Oh sorry, are you okay?" He apologized.

"I'm okay, sorry I wasn't watching where I was going," You smiled. The man in front of you was quite handsome, his eyes were pretty.

"I'm Joshua," He held his hand out.

"Oh— I'm Y/N," You shook his hand and smiled.

"I was going to assume your name was Beautiful," He flirted. You smacked his chest.

"Here let's go outside and talk," You smiled. You two walked outside to the pool and started chatting. Suddenly your phone buzzed. A photo from Wonwoo. You checked the photo and it was of you and Joshua. You looked around and spotted Wonwoo.

"Joshua, sorry I gotta go one of my friends need me," You stood up from the lounge chair.

"Oh okay, could I get your number so we can stay in contact?" He asked. You nodded and gave him your number before walking off to Wonwoo.

"What is it stalker?" You grunted.

"I want you," He whispered into your ear. He led you out of the party and into his car. As he drove, his hand rested on your thigh and he tried sliding his fingers in your panties but you gripped his wrist in time. You got to his apartment and you both kicked your shoes off.

"God you look so fucking sexy," His eyes looked you up and down. He pulled you into a heated kiss. He tapped the back of your leg as his way to tell you to jump so he can carry you. He slowly backed up into his bedroom. He sat down on the bed with you in his lap. He started kissing down your neck and down your revealed cleavage. He grabbed the dress straps and pulled them down to reveal your boobs.

"No bra? God you're so hot," He groaned. He started sucking on your tits and squeezing them. He bit down on one of your nipples making you whimper. He pinched your nipples harshly, making you moan loudly. He made you stand up as he stripped you naked and just admired your body. He got up and stripped his pants and shirt. He picked you up and laid you down on the bed. He spread your legs and started rubbing your clit. God his fingers are like magic at making you feel so good. He pushed two of his fingers inside of you.

"Oh Wonwoo," You whined as he thrusted his fingers at a rapid speed. He loved seeing you become a whining mess underneath him and all just from his fingers. He loved watching your face contort, your boobs shaking, your legs tremble, your orgasm fall on his fingers, he loved every bit of it. He pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean. He pressed kisses against your thighs, your stomach, your chest, and your neck. He started leaving bites scattered across your collarbone. He stood up from the bed and stripped his underwear off, and his angry, throbbing dick sprung out. He flipped you onto your stomach. You arched your back, putting your ass in the air and he lined himself up. He pushed his dick inside of your hole and soon started thrusting. He was holding onto your hips as he was fucking you mercilessly. He soon let go of your hips and his hands went to squeeze your ass and then smack it roughly. He loved the sounds that fell from your mouth, especially knowing he's the cause behind them.

"Who does this pussy belong to?" He asked while fucking you stupid.

"Aah— you, it belongs to Wonwoo," You cried out.

"That's right, don't forget that," He smacked your ass with full force. A few more senseless thrusts until he had you become a full mess. You reached your climax but that didn't stop him from fucking you dumb. You swear you could see stars with how high you felt off of him. He pulled out and released on your back. After resting for a minute, he got up and grabbed a wash cloth to clean up the mess he made on your back and the mess you made between your legs. He climbed back into bed with you and spooned you.

"You did so good," He whispered.

"Sorry if I was too mean," He added. You just hummed. You turned your body to face him.

"Wonwoo," You sighed.

"What is it baby?" He asked.

"I like you, I have stupid feelings for you," You admitted and he just smiled. He just cupped your face and kissed you softly.

"So does this mean you're my girlfriend?" Wonwoo asked as he pulled away from your lips. Your eyes widened.

"You like me too?" You asked. He nodded.

"I thought it was obvious," He smiled.

"It wasn't but who cares now," You smiled widely. He kissed you again.

"Are you free tomorrow?" He asked while cupping your face. You nodded your head.

"Good, I'm going to take you on a date," He smiled and kissed your lips once more.

#jeon wonwoo smut #seventeen scenarios #seventeen smut #svt smut #wonwoo fic #wonwoo smut #wonwoo thots #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader

[icedmetaltea]

(tw: scissors, needles)

Pov: you get your friendship bracelet from Moon cut off :( (no literally that's the plot I'm not even joking)

Reblogs greatly appreciated!

Not his official outfit! I've since then made an actual design I like for him and will post that once I finish Moon's :> BUT I liked this pic and didn't feel like redrawing so gonna just have to deal

Details abt this one bc I feel like oversharing and have nothing better to do

. Y/n is a socially anxious nighttime security guard. They have no friends + are mega depressed + self-conscious and hide their face behind a pair of sunglasses even at night + chubby bc I SAY SO. Started a fic with them a long while ago but deleted it cause depression, they liiiiive

. Sun has access to a sewing machine (terrible idea on staff's part btw) in the crafting room and is obsessed with sewing costumes, needles, sewing scissors, that kinda thing bc of course he is. His outfit has degraded over the years so he tries to put it back together with random scraps of red fabric. He has a bunch of needles on his lil waist thing for easy access

. The daycare is actually shut down and has been for a long time, but y/n doesn't know that since they only see it at night. Sun has gone stir crazy without kids to take care of and spends his day making costumes and other crafts, preparing for children to arrive... even though they never will.

. Moon is dormant most of the time bc Sun keeps the lights whenever possible; he's very passive and sweet, and will tell bedtime stories to plushies as a way to cope with the loneliness. He's kind of aware Sun's gone batshit but can't really be bothered to do anything about it, at least not till he gets to know y/n better

I'm not sure if they're separate animatronics and Moon just goes offline when the lights are off cause like I'm prolly gonna give him a different outfit so

. Basic story idea: Y/n is doing one of their night shifts and gets a noise notification coming from the daycare. Since they never got the memo about it being closed down, they assume there's a break in and goes to check it out. Sun is nervous as shit when the two encounter each other, way out of practice with socializing, but quickly warms up and decides he must become their best friend at any cost. Y/n on the other hand is awkward as hell and doesn't know how to act around him. Sun makes as many efforts to lure them into the daycare as possible, and slowly becomes more and more obsessive, going so far as to hack into the webcam of their laptop, the security cams to see what they can see, watching them at the start and ends of shifts to make sure they don't interact with anyone else

Just as y/n begrudgingly starts to warm up to him, the power goes out and they meet Moon for the first time. They have this rlly wholesome plushie bedtime story scene but Moon soon lets slip about the daycare being closed-

Y/n starts to realize some shit is going on and confronts Sun about it but at this point he's way too cheery around them and is always dancing around them and showing them his latest sewing creations... so instead they begin turning off the lights manually every night at set times, telling Sun it's for "routine maintenance" or something but really it's to get more info out of Moon

Perhaps Moon starts to become a lil protective of them too~ They are after all a lot better of a listener than any plushie...

At this point they're both fiercely protective/possessive of y/n and don't want them being friends with anyone else. Cue jealousy and the two fighting for their attention~

At some point or another Moon makes them a friendship bracelet since he knows that'll get to Sun since he likes them so much, and also to mark Y/n as his

Sun finds it the next day, grabs a pair of sewing scissors and cuts it off in his first display of outright anger

Beyond that?? No clue 🥲

I feel compelled to refer to this ver of him as Pincushion...

#inverted au #Metaltea rambles #yandere #tw yandere #tw scissors #tw needles #scissors #needles #just to be safe

[astaraels]

Femslash February — Clothes Sharing

fem!gallavich, club kiss. (ao3)

(This one is a couple of days early and I know I've got others to backtrack and write, but I do what I want 💕)

@m4ndysk4nkovich @holymurdock @callivich @lovekenney @echosluvr

It started out as nothing. One day Ian looked over and realized that Mickey was wearing her shirt—an old Ramones shirt she'd gotten from Lip—and it made her force the smile off her face before Mickey saw it and called her an idiot for it. But it filled her with warmth for the rest of the day whenever she thought of how big it looked on Mickey after Ian had stretched out the shoulders. It was probably no big deal, of course—Mickey just grabbing the closest shirt she could find, and Debbie's clothes were too small for her—but it still felt nice. Like something girlfriends would do.

The second time was on Ian; she'd gotten up late after a long shift at the bar, grabbing around next to her bed for some clean clothes so she could take a shower. She'd been too tired to pay attention to what she'd picked up, and only realized it once she was getting dressed and noticed it was Mickey's underwear she'd pulled on. They didn't fit perfectly, a little big, but Ian…kinda enjoyed the idea of wearing them. So sue her. It made everything worth it when she walked past Mickey in nothing but a shirt and her panties, and Mickey did a double take.

“Think you got the wrong pair on there, Gallagher,” she said, after Ian watched her throat move in a very interesting way. Mickey's words were casual, but the look in her eyes was anything but.

“Well,” Ian said, feeling a little bravado come along, “You can always come take ‘em back, if you really want.”

For a moment she actually thought Mickey would do it; the other girl bit her bottom lip slightly, apparently unable to stop staring. Then she looked up at Ian with an unreadable expression. “Just make sure you wash those” was all she said, but it took her another moment to turn around and walk away.

After that, it became normal for them to steal clothes—they couldn't wear the same jeans, since Mickey was nearly a foot shorter than Ian, but shirts, pajamas, underwear…anything was fair game. One time Ian found that Mickey had even stolen one of her bras, which was hilarious since Mickey was far more gifted in that department than Ian. When she'd asked, Mickey had blushed something fierce and muttered about how she'd been in a hurry that morning. Ian couldn't help but kiss her into the pillow after that.

Ian had always loved the fact that Mickey was so small, and loved that she looked even smaller when she wore Ian's shirts that seemed to fall off her shoulder. It didn't look bad, either; like she was trying to pull some kind of devil may care bad girl punk look. Sometimes she'd steal Ian's hoodie to sleep in, and it would smell like Mickey for days afterwards—Ian would end up wearing it afterwards, just to feel like they were closer. It made her feel safe, protected; even when Mickey wasn't around, she could still feel her there.

One night when Ian was working—dodging sleazy drunk guys who had no idea they were barking up the wrong fucking tree—she was finally taking a break, and looked around for Mickey but couldn't find her. It wasn't the worst thing ever; she knew Mickey couldn't be there all the time, but it didn't stop Ian from feeling a little bit disappointed. She liked having Mickey around, especially when Ian was finished and they could go to the lesbian bar up the street from the club.

They never said anything about it, but she knew Mickey was feeling more…well, comfortable, being around other people like them. Maybe one day Ian would even get Mickey to kiss her there, where it was safe. Now that Mickey wasn't afraid to kiss her anymore, now that they were together in all the ways that Ian couldn't get before. Mickey still couldn't say it out loud, but they were making progress. Slow, slow progress.

By the end of her shift, Ian still hadn't seen Mickey, which was definitely unusual. Every night, without fail, Mickey came and walked home with her—partly so the patrons didn't do something they'd regret, and partly, Ian knew, so that Ian herself wouldn't run off again. Some people might find that kind of attention stifling, but Mickey Milkovich didn't care for many people. The fact that she'd do something like that for Ian spoke volumes.

Just as Ian had put on her street clothes—unfortunately her body glitter was gonna get all over this shirt and pants, but it couldn't be helped—she headed out the door, and immediately ran into Mickey, almost knocking the other girl over.

“Shit!” Ian exclaimed, catching Mickey before she faceplanted on the pavement. “I didn't think you were gonna show up.”

“I had to make a run with Iggy and Colin,” Mickey explained. “Then they wanted to stop and grab some fuckin’ food, things got outta hand, you know the drill.”

Ian nodded, staring at her shirt on Mickey. It was one of her cuter hand-me-downs from Fiona, a nice black blouse with long, off-shoulder sleeves. She knew there wasn't a chance in hell that Mickey had worn something like that while she was out with her brothers, either. Not to mention the nice jeans she had on—they were in decent shape, not full of rips and holes like she usually wore. They were even tucked into a pair of combat boots that didn't look like they'd been beaten all to hell. It was a nice picture all put together, and Ian wondered if Mickey had done that for her sake.

“That's my shirt,” Ian murmured against Mickey's hair. She leaned down to kiss her, but Mickey jerked back like a scared animal. Ian sighed, but didn't push just then. Outside of a strip club wasn't the best place, anyway, she knew that. But Mickey was still wearing her shirt.

“Yeah, so fuckin’ what?” Mickey said, scowling. The tough girl attitude didn't work on Ian anymore, it just made Mickey look even cuter than usual. She grabbed Mickey's hand and steered her toward their usual after work bar.

“Nothing,” said Ian. “I just like seeing you wear my clothes.”

They both had fake IDs, but the butch woman behind the bar didn't seem to give a shit, sliding a beer towards each of them without a word. Ian clinked their bottles together, which earned her an eye roll from Mickey. She looked away quickly but Ian could still see the hint of a smile on her face. Score for Ian Gallagher.

Soon Ian pulled Mickey towards the dance floor, which was about half full with women of different ages, all ranging from full femme to stone butch, dancing close with their partners. Mickey grumbled and stood there with a scowl on her face as Ian tried to get her to dance, but Mickey didn't budge. “I ain't dancin’, Gallagher—it just makes you look dumb as shit.”

“You'd rather me be grinding up on some blonde cougar?” Ian said with a laugh, which only got worse when she saw Mickey nearly pop a blood vessel in anger. “Relax, I'm not gonna do that. But dancing is fun. What's wrong with fun?”

“Nothin’, except some creepy dyke or sleazy dude is always tryin’ to make the moves on y-”

Ian couldn't help herself; she leaned in to kiss Mickey, but got shoved away. It just made her roll her eyes, because if there was any place they could be safe to kiss, it'd be this one. But Mickey had a look in her eyes like a deer caught in headlights. In the past, Ian may have been more forgiving, but now Mickey needed to step things up. Let go of this shit, actually start learning to live instead of just surviving. So now Ian leaned back, staring at Mickey, waiting for her to give in. She always did, in the end; these days Ian could get her to do just about anything, and it gave Ian a thrill every time.

Mickey's gaze darted across the room; no one was looking at them or paying any kind of attention. It felt like Ian had to coax a scared dog out from hiding—but Mickey was always worth the wait. After a while it did get a little frustrating, but Mickey finally glanced at Ian's lips, took a step forward, and brought their mouths together. Hell fucking yes.

Ian wrapped her arms firmly around Mickey, who reached up and cupped Ian's jaw with one hand. They kissed each other like they were drowning—and maybe they were; drowning in the lights and the music and the fact that Mickey was wearing Ian's shirt, had gotten herself all nice and pretty just for Ian's sake. It made Ian never want to let her go, and Mickey seemed just as determined to hold onto her like a lifeline. Mickey's skin was hot under Ian's hands; Ian felt her own stomach turning flips, heat building inside her from the desire she had for this girl in her arms. The whole world seemed to fall away, like they were the only two in the room despite being surrounded by other people.

Goddamn, but Ian wanted her like she'd never wanted anyone else. Feeling Mickey's soft hair between her fingers, watching her pale, delicate skin grow flush so easily; Ian just wanted to press her against a wall, keep Mickey pinned down while she did as she pleased. The way Mickey looked at her when they finally pulled apart made Ian think that Mickey might let her do just that.

“Fuck, Mick…” Ian murmured against Mickey's ear, feeling the shudder that went through the other girl's body. It made Ian grin. The things they did to each other…

“Ian-” Mickey started to say, but Ian cut her off with another, dizzying kiss. Talking could come later. Right now, all Ian wanted was her lips against Mickey's own, pressing their bodies as close together as they could get. Right now she wanted the world to disappear so they could hold on and never let go. Everything she knew and loved about Mickey raced through her mind, until it was the only thing she could think of.

“Dance with me and I'll kiss you again,” Ian said with a smirk. Mickey looked around again, then put her arms around Ian's waist with a stubborn glare. Ian grinned wider, kissing Mickey again, pulling her in to dance. This was perfect—she had Mickey and she felt amazing, riding high on the feelings like she was on a roller coaster. It still made her blood hot, too, seeing Mickey in her clothes. Ian wondered just what else of hers Mickey might be wearing. She definitely needed to find out.

#shamelessfemslash #gallavich #fem!gallavich #rule 63 all the things #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #leinth writes fic #femslash february #gallavich fanfic

[strawberrykisseslia]

"i wish you were a boy."

☆ pairing: vanessa shelly x fem! reader

☆ part 1

☆ tw: hurt, no comfort only near the end, slight fluff, not proof read at all, the images do NOT belong to me. only the absolutely trash good fiction.♡ use of y/n once

☆ cw: 1.1k

☆ genuinely dk why it took me so long to write this but this song saved the whole small series, thank her ( no jk, im dead serious )

☆ how i love this trope. ( LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER )

☆ heavily inspired by Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan ( PLEASE I LOVE HER SM, i think this is a normal reaction to her? )

☆ yall... did i make reader toxic? now that i've come to think of it... I HOPE NOT OH MY GOD

☆ also so so sorry if it looks messy!!! i didnt write it on Tumblr but i kinda like it, thoughts? please give me thoughts about this whole thing because i'm genuinely not sure how to feel about it, would appreciate it!

It has been some time since you and Vanessa actually had a right conversation. always passing each other quickly though the house, awkward greetings here and there but nothing close to a “how are you?” or “how was your day?” nothing.

you had been thinking about moving out as fast you can but didn't really find anything good right now. especially because your work was taking more and more free time away from you. which led you to just wanting to sleep instead of doing anything.

you noticed though how vanessa stayed out longer, even on her breaks. she was really not the one who would go out even. not to stay out more than two hours.

you guessed this whole thing had an effect on her too. right? at least she was regretting it. but oh, how you craved to talk to her really again. at least she used to be your best friend. your favorite person. and you were hers. it was true.

you didn't really know but she thought of you. a LOT. at work. at the bars when she tries to numb her feelings for you. in her car on her way to somewhere. even at home, when you two are basically only some meters away.

as much as she was thinking of you she realized how much you mean to her. and how much she loves you.

at first, she didn't want to accept it. it felt weird and new to her. she was never in love with a girl before.

she knew you were hurt, deeply. but she didn't know how to cheer you up right now. she never got comforted in her life at all, of course you did comfort her. but she didn't know how to comfort someone.

though, one night something changes. she puts every confidence in her and tries to talk to you.

-

she gently knocks on your door around 10pm on a Tuesday night. you are laying in your bed all comfortable, watching some shitty tv show while eating your favorite snack. you feel your heart beat a little bit faster as you climb out of the warm and make your way to the door.

“vanessa?”

she looks down, fidgeting with the bottom of her shirt. she is almost silent for a minute.

“i am… so sorry, (y/n).” she manages to speak up. almost crying.

you sigh and look down at your feet.

“i wanna make things right between us. after all… we were once best friend?”

you nod, yet you can't forget how she said ‘i wish you were a boy.’

“vanessa…” you whisper.

“i know i messed up. it was a lot. but please, give me a second chance,” you look up at her. she is already looking at you.

“i want to be friends again— i’m sorry… but i have no feelings for you.”

you can only nod at that. you should have expected this outcome. she could never be in love with another girl. yet, there were times where you hooked up. however… you both were really drunk.

vanessa exactly knew she was lying to herself but somehow she couldn't tell you how much she loves you. even, she didn't know why. maybe it was because she always wanted to be the perfect daughter for her terrible father. you heard her cries about him so many times, you couldn't even count on your two hands. deep down in her heart, she knew she will never be enough for him, yet you told her countless times that she doesn't have to be.

“i am not too sure, vanessa… i'm sorry.” you answer to her.

“after these past weeks of us ignoring each other..,” you don't really wanna bring up the thing she said because you know, you would break down. “both of us acted childish, but it's taking it's tool out on us now,” you look down. “and i want someone who doesn't only hookups with me when they're drunk.” you say the last part much more quietly.

she nods. she is unable to speak up. her stomach flips with every second. she prepared herself for the first really, but deep down she was never prepared enough for this.

“i understand you.” after some time she manages to talk.

you don't know what's going on inside you. your stomach is walking up and down in you and your heart is loud enough for the neighbors to hear it. you don't know if you wished for vanessa to be understanding or to fight for you.

she doesn't wanna push you past your limits. she doesn't wanna make you cry again.

the fact you craved to talk to her again like old times yet here you are saying you don't wanna get close to her again.

“well, i hope everything goes good for you.” she speaks up and gets you out of your thoughts. you can hear she is about to cry depending on seconds. you only nod.

“goodnight.” she says and turns around.

“you know…,” you starts she faces you. “it's better to talk about feelings then for them to drown.”

she nods in agreement. “yes, i know…” she hesitantly reponds. deep down you know that applies for you too, but wasn't that kiss enough to tell everything to her?

-

the next week you move out. you finally found a house that you can afford and it looks exactly like how you want it to. after that, you never talked to vanessa. in fact, you even started to slowly move on and start to search for love. not always thinking about needing a relationship but if you find the right person then you'll go for them.

for vanessa… well. she thought about you too much. she missed your presence in the house so much. your voice, your smiles, your laughter, your cooking. everything.

though, after two years or so, she found love. or maybe someone who would look after her when needed someone. a man, of course. vanessa never spoke about you. tried to not think of you after her marriage yet… almost every night she thought of you. the pictures of you on her phone, she often looked through them.

in the meantime you found love too! a really sweet girl. she was your whole world. your everything. you never really thought of vanessa. maybe some times. but this girl showed you colors no one has ever.

-

sometimes you fantasize about standing in front of vanessa and telling her everything you felt when you moved out and wanted to tell her, you told her so many times how she would end up in a loveless marriage if she doesn't speak about her feelings at least a little bit more often as time went on. at least to you. someone she used to call her best friend!

still, these were meaningless little fantasies you had maybe two monthly.

only if you knew.

#female reader #lesbian #elizabeth lail #vanessa shelly #lgbtq #five nights at freddy's #vanessa afton #vanessa shelly x reader #hurt/comfort #angst #no comfort #fluff #wlw post

[kaeyas-beloved]

Class 1-A with reader who's a high school detective? Or rather, UA's secret high school detective? Kinda like with Detective Conan! She helps the police solve cases, which she always gets right not through any Quirk but through logic and smarts. It's possible that she has a lot of excuse notes if she's ever late for school, or if she has to leave early to help with an extremely serious case. I bet a bunch of kids will be jealous until they figure out the reason behind her absences,

Characters: Class 1A

Genre: General/Humor/Fluff + Fic/Bulletpoints

CW: gn!reader (you/your/they/them)

a/n: 1) I've never actually watched Detective Conan (yet)! Is it any good? 2) This idea kinda grew on me when I started writing this, I think it's a really cool idea. Thank you for requesting anon, I'm really sorry for the long wait and I hope you enjoy! (and sorry for any OOCness, it's been some time since I watched BnHA but I still wanted to finish this)

Class 1A w/ a Secret Detective Reader

"Heyyyy it's (L/N)! On time for once are ya?" instantly your head snapped up at the cheerful call, blond hair with a streak of black catching your eye. Finishing off a note within the margin, you straighten and stretch for the first time in what felt like weeks. Both hearing and feeling that oh so satisfying pop you relax, offering the male and the group behind a tired smile. Briefly, you couldn’t help but wonder how Kaminari (and honestly everyone else) had so much energy this early in the morning. Though, upon remembering that they don't spend hours pouring through case files you brush the thought away quickly.

"Hmph, that's a first," the spiky, rough-around-the-edges ash blond tuts. You pay his comment no mind, something between a tired huff and a laugh passes through your lips, it's not like he's wrong.

"Heh, the world must be ending." Though you spoke in nothing but a mutter most heard your follow up. Good natured laughter fills the room, you included in its chorus.

It’s no secret that you're tardy more often than not. At the beginning, most didn’t know how to interpret your routine of a flimsy excuse notes in hand and a rushed apologizing. Were you not used to early morning classes? Traffic hold you up? Are you late on purpose perhaps?

“No, no and no,” you reassured one afternoon. Then why? someone asked, to which you left them with a flamboyant “I'm saving the world!” Everyone was quick to drop it back then - not out of respect, but because they knew if they're getting a dumb, zealous answer like that then they can kiss a real answer goodbye.

Of course, behind the scenes many were dying to know your real reasons. They theorized, sharing their thoughts with one another when you aren’t around. Hell, Kaminari, Mina, Sero and a select few all going as far as to make a post it board, red sting tying info together and all. After all, if Aizawa is always there, ready to deliver a quick and light scolding the second you try to sneak to your seat mid-lesson, it can't be that bad, right? Unfortunately, to this day your secret remains shrouded in mystery.

Your sly joke from mere moments ago sparked a large, seemingly never-ending conversation with the class. In your defense, you did try to stay on task, but really, how could you not spend some time with your friends? Not to mention that it's been far too long, the police and UA keeping you busy. A break is just what you need to stay in tip-top shape.

Attention pulled far from your gloomy detective work, the atmosphere felt light, carefree within the room as everyone talked and had fun. A welcomed change.

The rolling of the classroom doors puts an abrupt stop to the merriment. Being around long enough to know the routine, every teen made their way to their respective seats.

Aizawa said nothing at first, standing dead in his spot in the doorway. No one dared to whisper their concerns about if something happened, but it was safe to say everyone felt on edge.

Finally, he speaks, "(L/N)."

At once their world came to a screeching halt, twenty pairs of eyes darting between yourself and the teacher. Other than when you're late, you never get called out right off the bat, never mind the tone used.

Silence stretched on for several agonizing seconds, not one soul making a sound. Tension only rose when a few caught sight of the police chief out in the hall, additional officers on either side.

Shock morphs into fear. What's happened? Are you in trouble? Have you done something wrong? Got mixed up with the wrong crowd? With each new thought that pops up in their minds a disgustingly familiar feeling grows, threatening to consume them whole. Just as a group of students open their mouths to finally say something, defend your innocence, demand answers, the squeak of your chair being pushed back cuts it all off.

…How are you so calm?

Clear as day you appear unbothered. As if it doesn't appear that your arrest is upon you. So, is it just a cover? A way to hide the fear pumping through your system?

As you stand and walk further and further away from them all, Aizawa hot on your heels, the class is left to wonder if history is repeating. Are they about to be so paralyzed that they'll fail to protect a friend once more?

"Don't do anything stupid. We'll be back shortly," Aizawa's gruff voice says and the door shuts.

-- --

They're already planning your prison break, the sweethearts <3

Most rationale has left the room since no explanation makes sense other than worst-case :/

It's Bakugou - who just so happens to sit next to you - and all his smarts that loudly demands everyone to "calm the hell down", quickly adding that "they're not going to jail you cry-babies, they work for them."

Of course that does nothing to remedy the situation. What does Bakugou know? It takes the ash-blond shoving your discarded case documents into everyone's unsuspecting faces for them to believe him.

Cue a loud chorus of "THEY'RE A DETECTIVE!?" Which is true, you are in fact a detective. Or, a part-time one at least, if the scrawled Detective Work in your writing was anything to go by. Safe to say some of your closest friends are somewhat hurt you didn't tell them. Don't worry they get over it quickly, they've plenty of time to harass you, seeing as you’ve just walked back into the room.

And seeing how everyone is staring at you, multiple papers scattered between the group it's not hard to piece things together.

"The cat's outta the bag I suppose," you get ready for the storm that's coming your way, sitting back down and taking a deep breath.

No teaching was done that day.

Like most reveals that happen, things settle back to normal after a week. Now instead of getting asked why you were late your friends are asking for all the juicy details of your case (none of which you can actually tell them). Doesn't stop some from asking every time though,,,,

Feel free to talk to them seriously. You might not be able to tell them much, but if you're in a slump and need to talk it out with someone they're more than willing to listen. You'll either figure it out on your own or they'll end up saying something that makes everything click :)

You're no longer just UA's detective but Class 1-A's personal super sleuth now. Something's missing? Better call Sherlock Holmes. And with this bunch, you're going to get called a lot. You could make a profit if you started to charge them :|

I can definitely see them bringing you snacks/meals and something to drink if you're stuck working long hours or late into the night <3 Like they'll see your light on and they'd make sure to stop by the kitchen just so they can drop off something for you on their way back.

Stressful or upsetting case? These guys are the best at distracting you. Bakusquad will drag you out to play some video games in one of their rooms or at an arcade. If that's not something you're into or you're not in the mood you can always train with someone and let out some steam that way. Or or or the girls will gladly take you out shopping with them!

Many are more than willing to help you catch up on classwork. They understand that balancing class, being a detective for the school and an internship is no easy task

If you're ever gone for a long period of time because your work takes you out of town or something be ready for a warm welcome back and hugs the moment you walk through the door :)

Oh, and you're absolutely right Anon, no less than 80% of the class is jealous you get to leave early and they remain that way even after learning why lol. "Oh to be a detective and get to leave early!" Literally all of them at one point or another with their own way of saying it.

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[tigertofu]

Hello! Hope you are doing well! Super cool that you’re taking requests now, I have a prompt if you’d like to use it :)

Trevor as a dad! Could be headcannons about how he is as a father, how he acts during the 9 months, how he is during delivery, finding out reader is pregnant, etc. Excited to see your take on this scenario!

im doing well and i hope u are too <33 !! and ty for the request ! i've actually never thought much abt what trev would be like as a dad 🤔 so this was fun to come up with X))

pairing: fem reader/Trevor

summary: headcanon list of how Trevor would be during his partner's pregnancy and how he would be with a baby.

cw's: mentions of sex

wordcount: 1,174

• when you first tell him that you’re pregnant, he’ll be completely dumbfounded (despite his dislike for condoms and tendency to fuck rough enough to sometimes break condoms, anyways). he’s always thought he’d make an incredible father, but once he finds out that he’s actually going to be one? utter shock. it’s a good shock, though, and once it wears off he’ll give you the biggest bear hug ever, pick you up, spin you around, and absolutely cover you in manic kisses.

• he’ll watch you like a fucking hawk throughout the whole pregnancy. he won’t let you go out in public unless he’s with you, “just in case” (if you ask him, “in case of what?” he’ll ominously say “in case of anything” as if it’s obvious what he’s referring to).

• get ready to be completely smothered with attention and over–protectiveness. tensions may sometimes rise. you’ll be stressed about the whole growing another human inside of you thing, and he’ll be constantly on high–alert for anything/one that may do you harm, so he will get unfairly snippy with you more than once.

• he has good intentions though, and he’ll use every ounce of self–restraint to prevent these little tiffs from devolving into full–blown arguments because he’ll understand that stress is bad for the baby. despite all this, he may inadvertently do some things that aren’t conducive to a healthy pregnancy. like trying to light up a cigarette or his pipe while you’re sitting right next to him. remind him it’s bad for the baby enough times and he’ll start to remember to step outside to smoke, though. 

• he’ll be unable to keep his hands off you during the pregnancy. every single day, he’ll take a moment to press an ear against your stomach, trying to listen for a heartbeat or feel the baby moving around. he might get impatient over this when it doesn’t happen as soon as he expects. but once he does finally hear or feel it for the first time, he’ll (loudly and kinda pathetically but still adorably) cry of happiness.

• sex will be even more frequent than it was pre–pregnancy, if you’re up for it.

• constant handholding while in public together will become a must. he’ll want everyone to know that you’re his and that it’s his baby you’re carrying. just knowing that you two will soon be a little family of three will make him insanely proud. he’ll be sure to mention that you’re expecting every single chance he gets, to literally anybody you interact with, no matter how irrelevant/inappropriate it is to any given conversation.  

• the day of the delivery can go either one of two ways. if you go to a hospital, things might get a bit not–great. he’ll stay glued to your side and regard any poor nurse or doctor who comes into the room with a scowl and intense suspicion. he’ll demand an excruciatingly in–depth explanation of every single procedure they do on you. fights with healthcare professionals may or may not happen. if they do, he’ll probably get carted out by security (after a struggle that may or may not result in the costs of broken medical equipment getting added on to your final bill). then somehow sneak his way back into your room not an hour later. don’t worry, they’ll eventually give up on trying to throw him out.

• things will probably be a lot easier if you have a homebirth with the help of a midwife (depending on the patience of the midwife and whether or not Trevor decides to tidy up his place before the delivery.)

• wherever you have the baby, he’ll insist on being involved throughout the entire birth. you can hold his hand and squeeze as hard as you want to. he’ll constantly give you words of encouragement.

• if you let him, he will also take interest in (closely) watching the actual moment of birth itself. he obviously isn’t squeamish, and he’ll insist on his face being the first thing the baby sees as it enters the world so that he can “imprint on them and they'll know who their dad is” (try to tell him you don’t think that’s how it works and he’ll vehemently disagree.)

• while you’re recovering from the birth, he’ll dote on you 24/7. he’ll ask you a million times per day if there’s anything, anything at all, he can do or get for you and the baby. most of his time will be spent right by your side, but he may sometimes get extremely irritated by the baby’s frequent crying. he’ll take a moment to have some alone time outside when this happens, probably just to pace around and punch a tree or an unlucky passerby, though. then it’s right back to snuggling and fawning over the baby once he’s blown off some steam.

• no matter what the baby’s sex is, he’ll ask if you can name it Trevor Jr. he’ll let the naming be ultimately up to you, though.

• limiting the amount of time the baby is left alone with him will directly increase their chance of surviving past infancy. not because Trevor would ever do anything harmful to them on purpose, but because he isn’t the most well-versed in what objects/food/substances are appropriate or not for a baby to interact with. he’ll try feeding them solid food the day after they're born; probably meat of some kind so they’ll “grow big and strong.”

• if you decide to breastfeed, expect him to over–eagerly and constantly ask if he can help with pumping or if you want a breast massage. he will also definitely ask, at least once, if he “can have a taste.”

• he’ll absolutely love to spend time with the baby, when he’s in the right mood, which will be more often than not. he’ll lay down and have them sleep on his chest. he’ll intensely stare at them while they sleep with an expression that looks like something halfway between mild disbelief and annoyance. but he’s really just in awe that you and him have made an entire other human being together. he’ll love to let them hold onto his fingers with that, like, automatic grabby fist that babies do. 

• he’ll talk to the baby a lot. Trevor loves to talk about himself, and now that he has someone who can’t tell him to shut up, or tell him that he’s fucking insane, or question whether or not his stories are real? perfect. he won’t talk to them like they’re a baby; he’ll treat them as if they understand every word he’s saying. definitely for the best that they actually won’t though because he’ll recount some very gorey stories about his past escapades.

• however, he’ll also frequently tell them that they are the most badass, most handsome/beautiful, smartest, strongest baby ever. he'll constantly give them kisses and gently poke at their chubby cheeks. despite all his shortcomings, he’ll be a very loving and protective father.

#requests #trevor philips #trevor philips/reader #trevor philipsxreader #trevor philips/you #trevor philips headcanons #gtav #gta v #gtav fanfiction #headcanons

[catchyhuh]

Feeding the beast once more because you're on a roll with pairings (and these two have been on my mind since I've gotten into the fandom, shhhh) :)))

Too old for this shit (spiritually). Obsessed with Lupin (literally). Hats. They're definitely a rarepair, but not the rarest (props to any zenigoe shippers, lol). So, thoughts on Jigen x Zenigata? I feel like they've got a lot of potential despite not interacting all that much, platonic or otherwise.

this one has always intrigued me because the very few times where they do interact directly its just. so funny. they have such a funny dynamic that i want explored so much more. also funnily enough the next ask after this one is zenigata and goemon so!! isn’t that a cute little perfect triangle of asks!!

i used to joke with my friends (IN A PRE-LUPIN ZERO WORLD) that jigen could very well have been older than zenigata and lupin was just fucking with zeni by insisting he was the old man. not really related to anything but it’s always so funny to me. but like you said spiritually at least, jigen is significantly over the hill, and it’s hilarious that in this case the ACTUAL older guy is the one with twice the energy

i think, honestly, like with all of the gang proper, zenigata would be shocked by how much he has in common with him. it’d take forever and a day to get there but when they GOT there he’d be like “wait you also think ketchup on eggs sounds gross when you say it out loud and yet not that bad of a flavor combination in theory but you’re too lazy to actually try it?” and there’s this weighted pause before jigen kinda shrugs like “Yeah.” and zenigata goes “Damn…” 

the size difference is so funny because it means zenigata COULD just sling jigen over his shoulder but would never out of fear of retribution. like yeah you can pick up this little pomeranian but look at those eyes do you trust that thing to not lunge for you when it’s at face value?? if he ever has to do it he just repeats “sorry sorry sorry” under his breath the whole time until theyre out of range but really i think jigen is pretty ok with not dying. and also with being scooped like that lmaooo you see the way that guys ex-boyfriends are built?!!?!1!?

they would be absolutely terrifyingly effective working together because they would actually listen to each other, and neither would really be fighting to “lead” the attack. but on the other hand the contrast between the one who looks like he’s putting every single muscle in his body focused on this one minute task vs the guy who looks completely effortless doing some crazy shit like untying alexander’s knot or what the fuck ever is kind of funny. AND LEAVES YOU UNDERESTIMATING THEM LEAVING YOU OPEN FOR A TAG TEAM ATTACK WHUPOW!!

guy who takes up whole couch watching tv + guy who unironically does the tv dad stand = finally the world is in fucking balance

#what uh. what is their ship name again. i wanted to type jizeni but then i was like ew that sounds gross! that can't be it but #the general sense of humor of the lupin fandom makes me think that's EXACTLY why it would be called that #lupin iii #lupin the third #jigen #zenigata #jigzeni #asks

[doodle-pops]

Kinktober List of Requests 2023

Here is the list of the selected pairings and requests I have chosen for the event. Please note that for some kinks, you will observe more than one request was selected. I did my best to briefly explain the reason for my choices to help you understand.

Corruption Kink — Eönwë x reader (@wandererindreams)

Hi once again! Would you be willing to write Corruption kink with Eönwë? Reader had always been a pure, gentle soul, and while they weren't exactly naive in general, they trusted Eönwë with their life. They would do anything for him. Things they would make them blush beet red just merely having them flash through their mind. And Eönwë can't quite get enough of downright kinky things he could ask of them and watch them perform them or submit to him with such devotion...

Exhibitionism — Irmo x reader (anon)

Hello Mina, hope you’re having a good day so far :) can I request the exhibitionism kink with Irmo where reader is interested in public sex but still has slight reservations so instead, he creates a dream where he takes her in front of others so she feels more secure with the kink?

Fingering — Thingol x reader (anon)

Listen!!! Thingol is a huge tall hunk of an elf right?! So tat obviously means that he has large hands. What if those hands were the source of your pleasure? Thingol using his hands which you love so much to finger you nice and slowly in his private garden.

Size Difference/Stomach Bulging — Celebrimbor x reader (anon)

Hi Mina! Ahhhhh I’m so excited for kinktober this year! Can’t wait to see what you come up with!! Size difference with either Celebrimbor or Rog please? It’s been a rough day in the forge (nothing seems to be going right) and reader offers herself as a way to release the frustration (in short, hot sex in the forge with a big boy please and they splay their hand over your stomach bulge as they take you <3)

Squirting — Turgon x reader (anon): I like the idea of incorporating both prompts while keeping true to the main kink to produce one fic.

For the squirting kink, Caranthir or Turgon x reader please, like maybe both of you are pushing your limits to see how many orgasms you can fulfill in one session and they're either fingering or having sex with you and you're so overstimulated that you squirt on them for the first time? Thank you!

Fingering with Turgon please? Turgon notices how you stare at his hands in a lustful manner, since they’re huge, you come to realize you have a hand kink and want to fulfill that hand kink in the bedroom with fingering?

Thigh Riding — Fëanor x reader (anon)

Hiiii, I've noticed that there isn't much (good) Feanor smut anywhere (basically only a very few blogs write him so well, like you for instance)  and you know how much of a simp I am for this fiery baby... Can I have a time when Feanor is having reader thigh-ride him? I feel like he would really love that, and maybe add some edging until he finally lets her cum?

Mirror Kink — Finrod x reader (anon & @wandererindreams): the description of both will be merged into one fic since both requests carried the same pairing.

Mirror kink for Finrod and an artist!reader, who is a bit shy about their appearance? Do you think as well that it would be delicious? Like...she sees beauty everywhere (especially in Finrod) but rarely in herself?

Finrod x reader with mirror sex kink, basically its on their wedding night and reader is kinda insecure with their body, and finrod tries to make them feel better by showing them that they're perfect just the way they are. Thank you 💖

Bondage — Ecthelion x reader (anon): description of both will be merged into one fic since both requests carried the same pairing.

Girl I’ve been up since 7am ready for this. 😎 Let’s goooooooo!! Party! Ecthelion x Reader - Bondage. If you need a couple sentences: scene starts with him tying her arms behind her back and making her suck him off to “earn” her orgasm. After that he ties her to the bed for some teasing and overstimulation. Bonus if you can fit a spanking in there somewhere but I understand if not. Pick whatever bondage/rope position appeals the most to you. 👀 I’m a certified rope bunny so I can get down with them all. ❤️ Appreciate you doing these requests ahead of time!

Oh I am so ready for kinktober Mina! For the bondage kink, requesting Ecthelion x reader where he keeps reader tied /chained to his bed for a day (consensually!) free for him to use whenever he wants (i.e. After a meeting to blow off steam, after doing paperwork, for his own pleasure, etc.)

Threesome — Finarfin x reader x Fingolfin (anon)

Good morning/evening, my fav Tolkien writer! 🩵 if you don’t mind, can I ask for a Threesome with Finarfin and Fingolfin when they were younger and sharing the reader in bed? The reader is their friend and a daughter of a lord and her, Finarfin and Fingolfin were all having to have a ballroom dancing lesson. The brothers are taking turns spinning the reader around and having fun but when the reader gets passed to Finarfin the instructor leaves, but they don’t stop dancing with each other and things get a little heated. Fingolfin complains about the lack of attention and he suggests taking the reader to his bedroom inviting his brother to share the her with him. And just pure smut from there I guess? Anyway, thank you for your time! Bye!!

Cockwarming — Maedhros x reader (anon): I liked the descriptions for both and found them similar, so I decided that I will merge both into one fic, keeping true to the main kink.

Hi there, can I request Maedhros x reader for the kinktober cockwarming kink? For the scenario/prompt, maybe a scene where reader is struggling to stay still while cockwarming Maedhros while he’s doing paperwork since he’s so big and just simulating her all the time?

Hi Mina! Exhibitionism with CEO! Maedhros please? Maybe a co-workers has been getting too close to reader lately and Maedhros gets jealous so he engages in sex with reader over lunch to establish dominance and leaves the door unlocked/a sliver open when he knows that coworker would be coming in to give a report soon?

Brat Taming — Erestor x reader (anon)

Hi Mina! For the brat taming kink, requesting Erestor x reader where reader has been teasing Erestor all day but at the end of the day, reader is reminded of their place behind closed doors

Somnophilia — Elladan x reader (anon)

Hello darling Mina! So may I request Elladan x reader and the somnophilia kink where he comes back late from a scouting mission in the north and sees reader having a wet dream so he 'helps' her and then she slowly wakes up? Thanks :)

Vanilla Sex — Argon x reader (anon)

Hi Mina! I’m really excited for what you come up with for this year’s kinktober! Sending you a request for vanilla sex with Argon please? Prompt/scenario would be him taking your virginity :) thank you!!!

Dacryphilia — Námo x reader (anon)

Hi Hiiii! Is there room for a Namo and female reader for dacryphilia. I would just love the idea of reader showing Namo how much he’s pleasuring her so good by her crying out in ecstasy. Cue Namo loving the way she cries and finds her tears beautiful and increasing the volume of pleasure. Maia!reader perhaps? Thank you so much!!!

Sex Pollen/Aphrodisiacs — Elrond x reader (anon)

Hello! Can I request Elrond x reader with the Sex Pollen/Aphrodisiac kink, and the scenario is either he accidentally mixes up some herbs and so he's the one who affected OR the reader stumbles upon it as a present or in the wild and goes to Elrond for help because 1. he's a healer and 2. he's her lover.

Hunter and Prey (Pet/Roleplaying) — Beleg x reader (anon)

Beleg x reader where they’re roleplaying - he’s the marchwarden and she’s his prey (someone not supposed to be in the borders)? Sorry if that doesn’t make much sense!

Cunnilingus — Glorfindel x reader (anon)

Cunnilingus with Glorfindel. Perhaps it’s the first time him and reader is meeting (back in Valinor or Imladris) at a ball/party and the sexual tension is high so reader challenges him to show her what his tongue can do since he’s a flirt. Sorry if its all too confusing. A little challenging playful argument between the two and she goes “you think yourself so high and mighty because your speech is impeccable…or rather your tongue!” I hope you can use the dialogue, or maybe make a change but go along the lines of it.

Breeding/Impregnation — Fingolfin x reader (anon): description of both requests will be merged into one fic since they carried the same pairings.

Good morning/evening, Mina!!! For Kinktober may I request Breeding/Impregnation kink with Fingolfin? Reader is his second wife and queen in ME and she nervously confesses to wanting kids but is surprised when Fingolfin says he wants them too and just some loving, filthy smut? Thanks.

Hi Mina! Requesting breeding kink/impregnation with Fingolfin please! Maybe it’s been a while since reader and him have been intimate and there have been rumors spreading around court that you are not doing your duty in bed by producing an heir, so you entice Fingolfin to bed again by insinuating Feanor is better in bed because he has more children than Fingolfin, which ignites his breeding kink. Thank you!

Lingerie — Curufin x reader (anon): I found similarities in both requests and decided that I will merge them into one fic, keeping true to the main kink.

Hi Mina! For the mirror kink, may I request either Egalmoth, where Egalmoth wants you to see how pretty you are as you come undone for him or Curufin, as he adorns you in the jewellery he’s made for you while taking you in front of a mirror so you see how pretty you are? Thank you so much! Love your writing :)

Hello Mina!!! I’m so happy that requests are back on board baby!! Booyah!! Can I get a curufin with a lingerie kink inspired by your ‘What turns them on’ headcanons you did for the Feanorians. It does have a bit of mirror kink/admiration play in it since Curufin is admiring her just her jewelleries (that’s her lingerie), but you can ignore that and just keep his lover decked out in just her jewelleries for him. Thank you

Body-worship/Praising — Egalmoth x reader (anon)

Reader finds it difficult to imagine someone like Egalmoth, a high and noble esteemed elf of Gondolin would even bat and eyelash in her direction and fall in love. She’s convinced that he was only saying those sweet words to her because he didn’t want to embarrass her or let her down, so he decides to show her that she was very much loved and adored by him ignoring the human aspect.

#kinktober request list 2023 #mina's kinktober 2023 #my wips #request wips

[eddie-the-banished]

Vroom Vroom

Wrote this ficlet a bit ago. Have at the, wench.

The muffled blaring of Eddie's music could be heard from the end of the driveway as the van pulled up to the Harrington residence. Steve was propped in front of the Beemer, shirtless with a pair of jean shorts to try and fight against the late summer sun as he looked down at the engine, seemingly trying to figure out what was wrong.

Eddie parked the van and hopped out, finding himself staring for a moment or two before clearing his throat and sauntering over, "What seems to be the issue?" He kept a smooth tone over his voice, lest Steve catch on that he'd been eyeing him over.

"Engine was making knocking sounds. I've been looking her over for a bit and I just can't figure it out," Harrington spoke with a bite of frustration as he shook his head, stepping back from the opened hood to let Eddie take a look.

"Sounds like she just needs an oil change. Thankfully, I come prepared," he chuckled a little as he peered over the engine for a quick once-over before turned back to get something from the back of his van, coming back with a can, funnel, and oil hugged against his side in one hand and a rolling pad in the other. Without very much extravagance, he laid the board down and got to work.

Now, the thing that Steve was thankful for was that Eddie actually bought that Steve didn't know what was wrong with his car. He stepped back and leaned against the side of the garage, watching Eddie work. Steve knew fully well that the Beemer needed an oil change. He just hadn't really found the time to do it himself, what with driving the kids around all the time. Nancy had taken them today though, all to go to some weird nerd convention where one of her favorite authors was doing a signing. He was thankful for that, so he decided to fill what would have been an otherwise drabby, depressingly lonesome day with Eddie splayed out underneath his car, getting dirty. It was the little things.

Steve watched Eddie roll up his sleeves a little, took careful note of the way the fabric stretched over Eddie's stomach from where it had been tucked into his jeans. He thought about what it would feel like to run his hand over the length of Eddie's torso and caught himself before those thoughts could go any furhter, coughing a little to clear his head. When Eddie asked if he was alright, he gave an affirming hum before blaming the dust of the garage.

Eddie seemed to have noticed the staring though, smirking a little, "Taking notes, Harrington?"

Steve cleared his throat a little more and nodded, letting out a weak "yep" before he tried to change the topic. "Do you want anythign to drink? I've got beers in the fridge?"

"That'd be absolutely lovely, Harrington, workin' under here is a little parching. I've almost got her cleared of the old oil though, so it shouldn't be long now."

Steve stepped into the house to get the promised drinks, padding back out into the garage where he found Eddie now sitting up, using the bottom of his shirt to try and wipe grease or whatever it was from his face. Steve held the bottom of the can on the top of Eddie's head and waited for him to accept it before he came to sit down next to him, "How are you holding up?"

Eddie cracked open the can casually, taking a refreshing sip before answering, Steve wished he was the can, "Been alright. Things are still.. kinda weird.. The new place is a little nicer, at least Wayne has his own room now instead of sleeping on the couch."

Steve nodded and mimicked the way Eddie had been so casual about his beer, taking a sip that was a little longer than Munson's had been. He leaned the back of his head against the side of the Beemer as he focused on the sound of the oil can filling up, "Well I'll bet he's happy about that, yeah?"

Eddie nodded, "Yeah, he seems better rested at least. It's nice. How about you? Things going okay back here?"

Steve chuckled almost bitterly, "Same shit as always. Just.. filling the time I guess."

Eddie hummed a little and leaned his side against Steve's laxly, "Well I'm always around whenever you wanna hang out, there doesn't have to be some excuse like changing your oil or some shit, y'know? Unless you just wanted to see me on my back where you could just watch me." His voice was a playful purr, but he didn't seem any less like normal Eddie than Steve was used to, so he didn't let himself read into it.

Steve could feel his skin burning against Eddie's despite himself though, and if Eddie felt it too he didn't seem to care. Steve nodded, letting out a timid laugh, "Yeah, yeah, I know. Just uh.. figured I'd kill two birds with one stone today."

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #the pile

[fairycosmos]

(I’m sending it again just once in case u didn’t see it before. I won’t send anymore just in case you don’t want to answer 💘)

Do you have any tips for having fun alone out of the house? I’ve been going on walks but because I’ve struggled with agoraphobia in the past I p much always go to the same park instead of trying to find new places close by. I kind of need to know where I’m going so I feel at ease, which maybe kills them whimsy of a walk lol I’ve been thinking of going to watch a movie on my own, which I’ve never done, and maybe visiting public libraries and bookshops I haven’t been to yet. Anyway, only thing I probably wouldn’t do is go out to eat cause I hate eating in public (unless it’s a lil snack, that would be fine), but other than that I’m very open! Thank u angel 💫💗🪸

hi sorry i didn't see this the first time! very proud of ya for getting out there and taking these steps, it's not easy but it's always sooooooo worth it. i cant remember taking a walk/trip i've ever regretted, especially when i'm just hanging on my own. i think the movies, library and bookshops are all wonderful ideas!! you know what i do sometimes, i just look on google maps for things to do in my vicinity and then i plan a short excursion around it, like i super low pressure and low key, i just dip in to check it out. coffee shops, parks, local classes and community centers, museums are a good one, nature trails, shopping centers, you could go and get your hair done, maybe see some local live music. hell even a gym, just to get used to being around people again, and to get out there. i felt so silly when i started doing this at first, like some sort of robot trying to participate in regular human activities, often i still do. and it takes a lot of energy out of me, i can't manage it often tbh. but getting out of my head is so fucking important for my mental health it's insane. moving through the world and seeing that it's much much much muchhh bigger than me and my worries and just being a person and not a pair of eyes sleeping or crying or looking at a screen. it can feel like a lot of pressure, but once you've done it a few times it kinda becomes something to look forward to. and if i'm not in the mood i just tell myself i will stay for 10 minutes and then head home, like i'm always aiming to be super flexible and gentle with myself so i don't get discouraged from trying at all. something else that helps me get out of the house is taking headphones for the walk, and also taking my phone/camera to take pretty pics on my way along. just makes it feel a little easier and more fun because sometimes just leaving the house at all exhausts me. but honestly i have no hang ups on doing things alone and you shouldn't either - time spent with yourself is still time spent with the world etc etc. any effort you make is absolutely going to pay off, sometimes just in a short term way, sometimes in a long term way, and sometimes both! much love, i hope you're able to find a routine that works for you. <3

#anon

[hyunsuks-beanie]

No Fun

Pairing: FBI Agent! Taehyun x Intern! Reader

Genre: Smut

Content Warnings: FBI au!; mentions of mafias; guns; shooting; bars; slight injury

Word Count: 1.7k words 

Mellow speaks: I've been wanting to write this for a while now, but I'm kinda nervous about it. Hope you like it though! 

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedamology @enhacolor @axartia @hyunsuksmygod  @duolingofanaccount @yeonyeonyeonjun 

You're done for this time, or that's what it seems to you at the moment, your chest pressed flat against the dark alley next to the bar you were drinking at not fifteen minutes ago. Normally, such a situation wouldn't have made you sweat, a couple of punches and few nicely placed kicks being all that was needed to get you out of the predicament. 

Yet, as you feel the hot breath of your boss fanning against your earlobe, you can't help but notice the way your heartbeat becomes erratic, your hands refusing to move even an inch. Not that they could move even if you tried though, because the grip with which Taehyun holds them flat against your hips is brutal. 

You brought this upon yourself though, so feeling like you're at a loss in front of him shouldn't really bother you as much as it does. You had been the one who had gotten on his nerves, you had been the one who had been adamant of being the most annoying intern he had ever had. 

Now, don't get him wrong, he truly did admire the feisty streak you had in you, believing that it made you a reliable asset when fighting crime. Never had he once had to give you a hand when you were taking on a criminal or two, because he could see you were holding your own very well. You were excellent at your job, and the fact that you looked good doing it was just an added bonus for him. 

Yes, you read that right. Taehyun found you beautiful, gorgeous even, and the way you looked absolutely stunning whenever you were kicking some ass was nothing less than a turn-on for him. That's right, he was whipped for you, in a way that got even him confused. But that wasn't all there was to your....equation with him, because as efficient as you were, there was no lying that sometimes, your nature could be a little too feisty for his liking, especially if that feisty nature was directed towards him.

And as his luck would have it, that was very often the case. Your proclivity of talking back to him and being sassy got on his nerves more often than not, and he wasn't keen on keeping his annoyance out of the light. He was your boss after all, and he didn't particularly take well to being called "no fun" by you, no matter the situation you were in. Because you see, you somehow always found a way to sass him, something he didn't really appreciate.

Whether it be wearing a shorter dress on purpose when he told you he'd be cold (and then proceeding to tease him by saying he likes ogling at your legs when all he's doing is watching to see if you're shivering), to insisting on bringing along only a pistol when he clearly directed you to bring a revolver (and then proceeding to prove yourself correct by using not more than two bullets and knocking one out using the butt of your gun), there wasn't a single thing where you hadn't crossed him. 

But still, Taehyun had been keeping it in and trying to not making too much of a fuss over things apart from giving you an earful (hence the nickname, "no-fun"), until today. Because today, you exceeded all his previous expectations and proved to be much more stupid and much more disobedient than he would have thought. He had asked you, no. Told you, repeatedly, that he didn't need you to come along with him tonight. 

Not because he didn't trust you to keep things afloat, and not because he feared you'd mess up. No, that wasn't it at all. Instead, he was afraid for you, scared for your life because the mafia thug he was meeting up with undercover had already had a run-in with you and knew all too well what your job was. He just wanted to keep you safe, but of course, you had to be a stubborn little bitch and show up when he didn't need you to. 

Needless to say, the undercover operation had been a success, but at the cost of you getting a gash on your skin. And despite that, you still had the audacity to make it seem as if it was all his fault. "Wouldn't have happened if you had just brought me along," was what you had said as he tried to patch you up in the bathroom of the bar, your gaze fiery as you regarded him, "I came in handy, didn't I?"

That was it. That was his breaking point. You needed to be taught a lesson, and you needed it ASAP. And since he happens to be your boss, isn't it his duty to be the one who teaches you that lesson? So of course, he has no reason than to drag you away the second the car carrying the arrested thug leaves, pulling you into the nearest, darkest, and dingiest alley that he can find. 

That brings you to now, hot kisses being placed to the skin of your neck as the hold that keeps you in place tightens even more. You can only moan at the effect Taehyun has on you, soft whines and hums escaping you as he pins you against his chest. "Too twisted, don't ya think?," he snarls into your ear, biting on your earlobe just as you feel a sharp slap to your butt. "Someone needs to loosen you up." There's something about his words that sends a shiver up your spine, making you bite your lip in slight fear even though you can tell your plan is finally successful. 

Yeah, this had all been a part of your plan to get Taehyun to bang you, hard and rough. The second you had laid your eyes on him, his body ripped and inviting, you knew you had to have him, needed to feel his skin pressed against your own. You needed to help him let loose every now and then, and you were willing to do anything for that, even if it meant being even brattier than you had been in your entire life. And your plan had finally worked, the mere thought of him getting inside your leather pants making your toes curl. 

But the man standing behind you is your boss for a reason, so it's no surprise that he catches on to your excitement a little too quickly, a menacing sneer taking over his face as he slaps your butt again, pulling at the waistband of your pants. "S-sir-," you breathe out, sticking your hips out in desperation. "What is it, huh?," he nearly spits, anger lacing his words as he flips you around, almost more violent than you've ever seen him. "Time to teach you how to behave," he growls, and you only have time to let out a yelp before he's pulling the pants down your legs, your panties following along till your pussy is naked in front of him, his fingers inching towards your dripping heat. 

As for the zipped T-shirt you're wearing, the zipper is done away with before you even know it, your bra being pulled down till your breasts are left on full display, your nipples perking up in the cold breeze. Smacking his lips, all he gives you is a second to brace yourself, before thrusting two of his fingers into you, hitting the back of your pussy. His other hand comes up right against your breast, kneading the flesh of your left mound as he begins pumping in and out of you, a string of moans following. 

"That's what you wanted, huh?," he smirks to himself, his digits getting coated with your juices as he pulls them out, only to push them back in right after, continuing the motion as you let out moan after whimper, amazed at how good he is when he attaches his lips to your nipples, biting and pulling at them as he brings you closer to your orgasm. His touch is enough to make you lose it, your depths clenching around his fingers as he draws figure eights inside of you.

Your climax is too close by now, your knees growing weak by every second that passes, until it fades away, leaving your walls squelching around nothing as he pulls out from you completely. Letting out a whine, you lift your head up to look at him at the loss of contact, but the very next second, your chest is slammed against the wall once more, the rough surface scraping at the sensitive skin of your boobs. Another slap, and then another, the pleasure raking through your body until you feel Taehyun grip the sides of your butt, something prodding at your entrance from behind. 

And then, he's inside you, his speed nearly breakneck from the get-go as he starts thrusting into you, rolling his hips against yours. The friction with which he takes you is nothing if not harsh, his member ripping through your core as he moves in and out. The feeling is painful, but the pain is sweet, leaving you craving for more each time he pulls away. But Taehyun is one to deliver, ramming even harder than the last time with every single thrust, and before you can stop, you're already losing your focus, your vision becoming blurry when your orgasm hits you, your legs ready to buckle if he wasn't there to hold you in place. Your juices spill out of your hole, coating his dick and seeping down your legs as you shut your eyes, feeling dizzy. 

He however, continues to move his hips, chasing his own climax as his tip hits your swollen bud. It takes him a while, and a lot of clawing at your skin, to finally reach his edge, a low groan emanating from his chest as he throws himself off that edge. His seed is warm and sticky as it enters you, making you squirm at the way it fills you up, getting mixed with your own release while he pushes deeper one last time before pulling out, yanking you by the arm to look at him. 

He regards you with a silent gaze, his eyes asking if you learnt your lesson. And despite the throbbing between your thighs, you still shake your head no, because something tells you there's still a lot he can teach you.

#taehyun #taehyun smut #taehyun hard thoughts #txt smut #txt #txt scenarios #taehyun scenarios #txt hard thoughts #yeonjun #yeonjun smut #beomgyu #beomgyu smut #soobin #soobin smut #huening kai #huening kai smut

[eternally-smitten]

Selfshiptember: Picnic

pairing: Daryl x Natalie

summary: Natalie and Daryl relax under the shade of a tree for a bit and share lunch

word count: ~1.1k

content warnings: mentions of blood, the apocalypse, and zombies

author's note: ...so I've been watching more of TWD lately and uh. I think Daryl is cute so I added him to my list LOL

banner credit: cafekitsune

“Oh, my gosh,” Natalie huffed, “It is too damn hot out.”

“That’s your concern?” Daryl asked her, curling his lip a little.

She scoffed at him, “Can I not focus on two terrible things at once without getting lectured, huh? It’s goddamn hot out and we’re surrounded by the living dead. I can be upset about both.”

“Sure, Princess.” He grumbled and rolled his eyes at her before giving her a teasing smirk.

She crossed her arms and squinted at the sun, “How long do we gotta be out here, anyway? I’m getting kinda tired.”

“We haven’t even been out here that long.” He commented, “You’d be terrible at hunting. You gotta say out ‘ere all damn day bein’ quiet.”

“I am a terrible hunter!” Natalie laughed, “That’s why we have you do it! When you’re not, you know, sulking about acting like a teen going through a phase with that mop on your head you call hair.”

Daryl let out a low whistle, “Now that is a low blow right there.”

“Is it a low blow, or is it honest?” She giggled, “Seriously though, can we stop for just a bit? My god, I feel like I’m about to melt.”

He grunted a “yes” and lead her to a somewhat shady spot under some trees he found. Then, he slipped his arms out of his old, tattered leather vest and set it on the grass, patting it softly, “Your throne waits for you, Princess.”

“Seriously?” Natalie sneered, “We are covered in blood, sweat, and guts and you want to protect my pants from some grass?”

“You can’t even ‘preciate a nice gesture? Fuck me for tryin’ to be a gentleman, I guess.” He shot her a glare and took a spot on the ground, relaxing his shoulders a bit as soon as he made himself comfortable.

She sat in front of him on the vest he laid out for her, “No, no, I appreciate it. I just didn’t realize you were being Prince Charming for once.”

“You don’t think I can be charmin’? Damn, you are testy today, missy.” Daryl started to search through his bag for lukewarm bottles of water and some pre-prepared food he packed for the both of them. He handed her a bottle, “Here, consider this lunch.”

“What is this, a picnic?” She asked, smiling a little. She was genuinely asking him and the thought made her happy. Natalie had forgotten just how much she loved picnics before the entire world ended.

He assumed she was picking on him, “Can you turn off for at least five seconds? I just don’t want ya bitchin’ at me about how thirsty you are.”

“I wasn’t being an ass for once, I swear!” She laughed before taking a swig of some much needed water, “I must ask though, why are you being so nice to me?”

His nose scrunched up in confusion, “What the hell do ya mean by that?”

“I thought I got on your nerves.”

“You do.”

“Okay, so then why are you being so nice to me?” She asked again.

He let out a long sigh, “That doesn’t make any more sense than when you asked me that the first time.”

“Fine, lemme explain.” Natalie took a peek in his bag to see what kind of food he packed, “I mean, you say I’m annoying and that I get on your nerves – because I do – so then why did you ask to join you on this outing?”

He shrugged before handing her a sandwich, “Thought I could use the company, I guess.” 

She gladly took the sandwich and practically tore the plastic covering off to take a bite out of it, “But you’re the one that always says ‘Grr, no, I’m a loner, grr stay away from me grr’ so why choose me? Especially if I’m so annoying?”

“Okay, first of all, that’s a terrible fuckin’ impression of me.” He didn’t look amused, “My voice ain’t that grumbly and low.”

Natalie rolled her eyes, “I never claimed that to be my talent, you know.”

“Uh huh, sure,” He chuckled softly, “And second, I can tell you’re gettin’ tired of bein’ all cooped there in Alexandria so, I decided to be nice for once. I’m regrettin’ it now, though.”

“Aww, really?” She fake pouted, taking another bite of her sandwich, “I’m having fun with you.”

“Really?” He sounded surprised and considered the possibility that she wasn’t being truthful.

“Yeah, really,” Natalie said with food in her mouth, only realizing after she started speaking that her mouth was full and swallowed quickly before continuing, “I don’t get to see you often. I mean, just us. You and I. You’re always runnin’ off with Rick or playing the role of protector that you’re too busy to sit down and just talk with me.”

Daryl hesitated, feeling a bit awkward at being viewed so fondly, “Uh, sorry.”

She shook her head, “No, that’s nothing to be sorry for. I just like being with you, I guess.”

“Um,” He cleared his throat, “For what it’s worth, uh, I like bein’ with you, too.”

“Really? Even if I’m a pain in your ass?” She smirked at him, feeling pleased with herself that she could get him to confess something like that to her.

“You’re really focusin’ on that, huh?” He shook his head and clicked his tongue, “Am I ever gonna live that down?”

“Maybe,” Natalie’s smirk never left her face, “If you promise me one thing.”

“Yeah? What?”

“We go on picnics like this every now and then. Just you and me.” She offered, hoping that it didn’t make him uncomfortable. She really did want to spend more time with him so she figured asking him would be worth a shot.

Daryl thought for a moment, surprised at being asked such a question. Did someone really want to spend time with him of all people? Did she actually enjoy his company? Even after she called him a sullen, angsty emo teenager?

She waved her hand in front of his face, “Hello? Earth to Daryl?”

“Sorry, just thinkin’.” He apologized, “Sure, I can take you out on these picnics if you really enjoy ‘em that much.”

A wide, genuine smile tugged at the corner’s of Natalie’s mouth, “I do! I really, really do. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” He said dismissively, still getting used to being appreciated like this. 

The shade kept them cool while they continued to enjoy their moment of respite under it. Eventually, they had to keep moving and pack up, which made both of them a little sad. They were able to carry out their conversation as they left their shady spot, though, and that made them feel closer than before. Daryl wouldn’t admit this to himself and would be caught dead admitting this out loud, but he found himself looking forward to their next private picnic.

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[randoauthor]

Love Letters to No One (B.B)

Part Eight: Dagger One

Pairings: Bradley x Fem!Reader, Platonic!Pete x Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, maybe some swearing?

Word Count: 1k words

Author's Note: I added in a fun little fact about Lemon that I hope y'all can find!

Summary: Lem finds herself in the people lost long ago, and the mission begins.

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I don't remember why I love to fly anymore.

I don't remember if it's because my dad and all my uncles flew and that's just the life I have lived all my life.

I don't remember if it's because I knew I would always follow Bradley everywhere even if that meant going in the sky.

It had been two days since Dad announced his team. It had been two days since I had talked to anyone, I had barely eaten or slept. I spend most of my time reading or today I found myself at Uncle Tom's grave.

"Hey Uncle Tom," I said softly, "a lot had happened and I miss you dearly." I sat and talked to him for a couple more minutes before wandering around. I knew my mom was buried here somewhere but it's been so long since I've visited so I am kinda just wandering 'till I find her.

I didn't expect to also find Uncle Nick and Aunt Carole in my search. I never went to Carole's funeral and wasn't around yet for Uncle Nick's but I always assumed they were buried closer to the hometown where they met, where Bradley was born. I sat down for a moment between them.

"Hi Aunt Carole, it's good to see you again. I know I have grown a whole lot since the last time you got to play with my hair or fix me some dinner after a long day. I promise we took care of Bradley the best we could, though he left about three days after you died and I don't know why. He won't tell me, actually, neither of them will."

I turned to Uncle Nick.

"Hi Uncle Nick, I'm (Y/N) Collette callsign Lemon." I smile, "I was named after you apparently, though we never got to meet your wife and son love me dearly and I assume you would too. I have heard all the crazy stories from way back when and I want you to know how amazing Bradley has become. He is a wonderful Pilot and an amazing friend. I hope Aunt Carole has told you about me otherwise I'm gonna look like an idiot but I have a feeling if she didn't Bradley or my dad did. I wish I could have met you, I feel like I would have made you proud, dad always says I am exactly like you." I smile before placing a hand on his stone, "You were an amazing man and by proxy, you have an amazing son." I bid them both farewell before moving on to find my mom, coming across her grave soon after.

Charlotte "Charlie" Marie Mitchell

A loving wife, mother, and daughter

09.12.1957 - 03.18.1995

"It takes a lot more than just fancy flying."

"Hi mom," I said softly, "dad is once again being an absolute idiot. I know if you were still here you probably would have agreed with him but still, it is really frustrating when he does stuff like this. I know you never wanted me to fly, and I know there is a lot of my life you are gonna miss because you aren't here anymore. Dad and I miss you terribly, but he's finally healing and moving on and I'm really proud of him for that. Penny is an amazing woman and Olivia and I get along fantastically. You woulda loved them. You woulda loved to see Bradley again too, and according to dad, he looks exactly like his father so there's that."

I hear footsteps approaching behind me.

"Hey, hon," Dad's voice comes out soft, "I know I have visited in a while I've been busy doing what I always did best. Pissing off the Admirals." Dad sat down beside me and threw an arm over my shoulder.

"I have already lost your mother Lem, I can lose my other girl too." I smiled and gave a small nod as we continued to sit and talk to mom, it finally felt like a family again.

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The next day we had all loaded onto the boat, Bradley hadn't left my side since we got to the dock and I know it's because he was terrified he isn't gonna make it back from this.

I watched sadly as my dad and best friends prepared their jets for the mission I had no idea if I was ever gonna see them again and frankly I think they were probably thinking the same thing. Bernie graciously allowed me a moment with my dad once he was all situated in his plane.

"Please come home," I said with tears threatening to spill, dad gave me the smile he always did before missions, the one that said, "I'm gonna tell you a will but you know I can't make that promise." I smile back at him as I give him the best hug I can before jumping down and heading swiftly over to Bradley, just to catch him right before the cockpit closes down.

"Lem," He began softly his bottom lip quivering a little.

"Don't," I say, "not now, you're coming home. Please just come home, alive." I add causing him to let out a sad chuckle. I kissed him softly before watching as the glass lowered down, I give him one last look before stepping down from the ladder. I wave to everyone as the rest of the team prepares for the hell that's about to come.

One by one they take off, and after the final of the four leaves the boat I head to the control room with Bernie, as dad told him not to let me leave his sight while he was gone.

The mission had been successful so far but now they were reaching the point where a dogfight would ensue and we were all on the edge of our seats. Sure enough, as Dad came over suicide hill the missiles locked on, and there it was, the chaos of the air with pilots and missiles, guns and explosions. But none of that mattered because Bradley hit the target. The plant exploded from the bottom up and the control room cheered, now it was time for the boys to come home. But the happiness soon subsided when Bradley's voice came panicked over the speaker.

"Dagger One had been hit I repeat Dagger One had been hit."

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[abrahamvanhelsings]

thank youu for tagging me @zaegreus 💙🐳

WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

not really, i believe my mother happened to know someone, a colleague or something, and she liked the name so on the baby name list it went. as far as my new chosen name which ive been trying out here and there, it's just the male version of my legal documents name, but since that's dorian it always makes people go 'ooo like from oscar wilde's dorian gray?' OR they go 'oh like in dragon age' and both of these things. queer. lmao.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

hmm i don't quite remember, i think i cried about palestine a couple of weeks ago bc i was very stressed abt work and my emotions were very close to the surface so to say, and this genocide happening right in front of our eyes while the world acts like it isn't makes me feel incredibly powerless and lose my faith in humanity. to see suffering and ignore it - to refuse to see these people as people, with lives and dreams and feelings that are each worth the universe, at all. just inconceivable to me.

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

no. and despite what my mother likes to think i do not want them and i never will.

WHAT SPORTS HAVE YOU PLAYED/DO YOU PLAY?

i played football for a couple of years as a teenager. i also did horse riding for a year or two as a child, but then the timing of the lessons got awkward in regards to dinner so i had to stop. i still kind of miss it every once in a while though, because i really love horses and riding is very nice. uhh i also did archery for two years or something. and when i stopped playing football when i was 15 i went on to rowing and i haven't stopped doing that since! honestly a pretty important part of my life, there's a lot of time that goes into practice alone and i also have to volunteer at the club (common courtesy as a member), but i really love it. don't think ill ever stop doing it if i can help it.

DO YOU USE SARCASM?

uh yeah all the time lmaoo which sometimes people do not catch on to and then it seems like i've just said something incredibly rude or patently insane but we roll with life's punches. which in this case is failing a 'have a normal conversation' check.

FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

hands! im very peculiar about hands and i will commit a felony for a beautiful pair of them. this goes for eyes too but looking straight into people's eyes is, like, more intimate than sex so i tend not to do that very much even if i think someone's eyes are beautiful immediately. and also, people's shoes, bc i honestly believe that if there's any piece of clothing that can tell you a lot about a person it's shoes lmao

WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR?

hazel, they kinda go from brown to green depending on the shirt im wearing and the way the light falls into them

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

kind of depends on your definition of scary? i don't like horror at all but i can enjoy a good thriller. generally i think i prefer happy endings though. still, a good tragedy every once in a while... in fact one of my favourite movies of all time (in the mood for love) has a very bittersweet ending. and also i am terror crew of course

ANY TALENTS?

i used to be decent at drawing but i haven't really done that for years bc academia sucks the life out of you. same goes for writing - i so wish to take up writing fanfic and original works again and i have so many ideas, but then whenever i have the time i do not feel the energy. oh but im very good at public speaking! has always come naturally to me which is quite a stroke of luck

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

provincial town somewhere in the north of the netherlands

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

rowing, playing the piano, and the usual stuff i.e. reading, watching things (including sports) and playing video games. idk if id classify climate activism as a hobby? im not doing it for fun but bc it's necessary, but we do try to have a good time of it bc it's not sustainable mentally/physically if you don't. i also play board games with some of the climate activism people in my city every once in a while

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

no! my parents used to have cats but when they died they didn't take new ones and im away from my own apartment more often than im there bc of work and sports and activism and friends blah blah blah so it isn't really a good idea for me to take a cat or something if we can't even be proper companions

HOW TALL ARE YOU?

ehh 169 cm or so

FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

even though i studied history i think latin and ancient greek were my favourite subjects in high school bc that's where i actually learned things. the history teacher just let me do whatever bc it was all too easy for me anyway, but latin/greek were actually challenging even though i was good at them. in fact my highest mark on the big national high school exams was for greek! also i told you about my amazing latin teacher :')

DREAM JOB?

man i don't even know anymore. for the longest time i thought i wanted to work in academia but now im doing a phd and im seeing all the uni politics up close im like... man... all of you people and your made up rules and your cronyism and toxic power dynamics and your hierarchies suck ass for real. but then idk what else id do bc even though i like museums that whole world is impossible to get into without literal nepotism so yeah. marry rich and set up something cool to popularise opera among younger generations? lmfao

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[mishkakagehishka]

Hiho Korka! I've been wanting to request some writing from you for a bit but have been kinda nervous, so here goes something~

Would you be willing to write Natsume with an S/O who can use magic, but is unskilled/clumsy with it, so he has to teach them how to use it? Preferably mostly fluff, but you can take it wherever you'd like~

Thank ya in advance!! <3

Ayy! I'm happy you got over the nervousness, you really don't need to be nervous to request from me :> (in fact, the nerves go both ways - I always feel unworthy of having friends or mutuals reading my stuff

Word count: 1597 Summary: Natsume is always helping his clumsy apprentice when their magic goes awry, but this time might have been the straw that broke the camel's back. And now, he has to help them see that, despite all their mistake, he still believes in them, and he just wants to see them prosper. "KitTEN" count: 1 Notes: Is it too late to mention that I don't know what counts as fluff. Feelings get hurt, but it is quickly resolved - and I hope the resolution is fluffy enough;;; + they/them pronouns used

Being the apprentice of the famed Natsume Sakasaki, idol and fortune teller, was hardly an easy or stress-free life, but it was rewarding, fulfilling. After all, Natsume was known for good reason, and having him as a teacher was possibly the best thing that could happen to a prospective magician. Not to mention the fact that he, being who he was, wasn’t the most open or affectionate of people, so even just being able to catch his eye and being considered worthy of his teaching was a significant achievement one could brag about. But, in this case, it hardly meant much. See, the Apprentice had a natural talent with magic, much like Natsume himself had, but they were… clumsy. They would drop their cards at least thrice before they could even start a tarot reading, and brewing potions was always full of surprises with them – whether they were going to drop ingredients or make a disastrous mistake in measuring was seemingly decided by a coin toss the moment they stepped into the room. Still, he enjoyed teaching them. There was a certain bond between the two. Natsume was even fond of the Apprentice, having a certain amount of patience for them; significantly more than he’d had for others. He was unwilling to give up on them, despite their general clumsiness, and his “lessons” would often end with him correcting their mistakes, but still letting them experience success by giving them the honour of finishing the final step. To motivate them, as he would say.

And, as many times earlier, Natsume was once more overseeing their brewing practise. “Measure carefuLLY,” he warned, not looking up from the magazine he was reading. He was comfortably seated on a chair next to the desk the Apprentice was working at. In that way, he could keep an eye on both them and all they were doing with the many ingredients, chemicals and tools that cluttered the wooden surface without straining his neck too much. The Apprentice nodded, brows furrowed in concentration. Their hands made the smallest movements as they used a pair of tweezers to move a solid, small ingredient from a petri dish to the flask holding their main mixture. Following a moment of silence, Natsume looked up from the magazine, taking a single glance to conclude what they have – and haven’t – done. “You made sure to stir before adding that, RIGHT?” Their hand froze, the tweezers still holding onto the leaf. “Um, oops.” They quickly returned the ingredient back to its dish, before setting the flask down a tad too carelessly. Having made a mistake, nervousness was already setting in. For a moment, he thought to watch them drop and break something again, to fail disastrously, or to just wait until they give up. But, in reality, he couldn’t bear it anymore. He was getting frustrated himself at their penchant for failing spectacularly, but he imagined it couldn’t have been easy for them to deal with, even if he was able to laugh it off. So, in an almost impulsive, he decided he was going to help more directly this time – before they had a chance to completely screw up. Natsume sighed, setting the magazine down on the floor (to not further clutter the desk) before rubbing his temple in (feigned) exasperation. “I guess it can’t be HELPED.” With swift steps, he positioned himself to stand behind his apprentice, who was still spinning around like a headless chicken and trying to find a glass rod. From that position, pressed against their back, he cupped their hands with his own, and began moving them, guiding them.

“I don’t think you need to help me, I got this,” they protested. But it fell on deaf ears, as he merely laughed in response. “You got THIS? That’s not how it looks to ME.” Graciously, he moved their hands to sift through the drawers built into the desk, making them grab the glass stirrer. “Magic isn’t just about knowing the right incantaTIONS. A lot lies in muscle memoRY. You wanted me to teach you, NO? I am merely helping you become a proper magiCIAN.” He used their hands to stir the concoction. With practised movements, he guided them into adding the leaf, waiting for it to dissolve, before swishing the flask around. And so, together, they went through the preparation process. His masterful presence behind them, his whispers of encouragement and guidance tickling their ear, and his hands tenderly, gently, confidently orchestrating their movement.

“Good JOB,” he praised once the potion stood finished on the desk. A sparkling, glowing green liquid, just viscous enough to remind of warm honey. “This is what you’re capable of, your potenTIAL. What you could do without my help, if only you were a little more careFUL.” But the Apprentice didn’t seem to share in his pride. Instead, their eyes were glued to the floor, lips pressed into a thin line. Disappointment. “But I’m not the one who made it. You did most of the work.” “I only assisted YOU. That’s my job as your masTER.”

Natsume couldn’t lie and say he never noticed how their expression would twist into that of dejection – how they’d frown and clench their fists in frustration – every time they messed up. Forgetting the right words, the meaning of a card, the purpose of a tool or ingredient, they were all very human and very normal mistakes. But they always left them sad, disappointed. And he hated seeing the effect it had on them. He had to wonder if it couldn’t be his fault in part; maybe he was being too harsh, not giving nearly enough carrots to offset the stick, maybe he placed too much pressure on them. And he just couldn’t have that. A magician’s job was to make people smile, first and foremost. Most of all, he just didn’t like seeing them so sad.

He leaned towards them, attempting to meet their eyes from below. “Hey, look at ME.” And the Apprentice did as was asked of them. Natsume was left without words for a moment, seeing tears threatening to spill from the corners of their eyes. Their lip trembling, they were moments away from crying. He wasn’t sure what to say, so he stepped back, giving them some space. “Come on, tears don't suit that pretty face of YOURS,” he tried to play it off. “What hapPPENED? Why are you cryING?” “Well,” they inhaled, breath hitching. Natsume couldn’t bear to look at them like that, but he steeled his nerves. “It’s just… you’re always fixing my mistakes, and I wonder if it’s even okay for me to still be your apprentice…” They trailed off. Leaving so much unsaid, but all of it understood. Natsume brought his hand to his chin, as if thinking of a response. They prepared themselves for a scolding, but still, he was silent. A painfully tense ten seconds passed in that silence, before Natsume walked around them, and back to the desk’s drawers. He procured a small cube – about the size of a sugar cube. It didn’t look like anything special, asides from the fact that it was coloured a deep red, there was nothing distinctive about it.

“Give me your hands, kitTEN,” he commanded once he was in front of them again. The Apprentice outstretched their hands, opening their palms as if waiting for an offering. And he gingerly placed the cube in their hold. “Go put it in the poTION.” “What if I mess up?” “Not even you can fail at THIS.” They didn’t look pleased with that. “… I’m just kidDING. Go on, you’ll be oKAY.” He observed them shuffling towards the desk, cube carefully cradled in their hands. They held the flask with one hand, the other trembling as they dropped the cube into the liquid. It bubbled and frothed, and within moments, the sparkly green faded and twisted into a vibrant purple. Though the viscosity appeared to stay the same, the sparkles were only further emphasised, but it was as if the liquid was suddenly carbonated. It had become fizzy, droplets shooting up like fireworks, but falling short of escaping the container. “Isn’t it beautiFUL?” “… It is.” “You shouldn’t think like THAT.” He changed the subject relatively quick. Upon noticing the way his apprentice quirked their brow in confusion, he elaborated, “It’s not that you made mistakes and I fixed THEM. We simply worked togeTHER.” “Yeah, but-“ “No BUTS. You’re my apprenTICE. Of course I will work with you when you experience difficulTIES. How else would you LEARN?”

The Apprentice breathed out, in relief Natsume hoped. “That makes me feel a little better, I guess. Thank you.” “You’re welCOME.” A short pause. He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but hesitated. He was thinking his words over, looking between the bubbling liquid in the flask and his apprentice, who seemed to be focused on the same. In that focus, they likely wouldn’t even notice if he spoke up. “I guess it’s my fault, too. I don’t praise you as often as I should. My fine apprentice, every day you improve more and more. Just let me stay by your side and help you when you need help…” he whispered, letting his true feelings slip just a little into his words. Despite it feeling so vulnerable, a part of him hoped they heard him. But, if they did, they made no move to acknowledge it. Just an earnest smile, and eyes dry of tears that looked back at him warmly – warmer than they ever had.

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