I Need Him - Blog Posts
Hellooo how about a Minho x she/her reader where Minho has been hit by the lightning and hs the scars and one day Reader walks on Minho being half naked and she traces his scars and theres tension building up ;) THANK YOU
I love lightning scars Minho so absolutely.
This is a relatively new request, but I'm trying to get some of the easier ones done since I'm currently away.
And I just liked this idea.
□ Sparks □
MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST
SUMMARY: See above. After TDC in the Safe Haven. You're a Right Arm member because I just like the idea.
WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, spice, typical dumb horny teenage bullshit. That's it, really.
You're a member of the Right Arm.
You're not high-ranking or necessarily special. You just ended up tagging along after Vince came through the refugee camp you were staying at.
But that doesn't mean you don't do anything. You're bold and forward, and you went through life-risking measures to help WICKED's Subjects escape.
Because, well, everyone did.
That doesn't matter now, though. They're safe, you're safe - everyone is safe and everything is okay.
Well, kind of.
Trauma doesn't just vanish. But, people are getting on with their lives.
And so are you.
You've ended up befriending some of the Gladers. Originally, you were friends with Harriet and Sonya since they'd been around a while - and they introduced you to the boys. So, you've got your own little friendship group now.
You're particularly close to Frypan and have some friendly competition with Gally. But you like them all the same.
Well...
Almost.
You don't know what it is about Minho that has you in such a chokehold. Sure, maybe if you were some innocent girl from a Maze who didn't know how to act around boys, it would make sense. But you're not.
You've survived the Scorch and the land outside of the remainder of society. It's not like Minho is the first person you've ever been attracted to either. So, why does he make you feel like this?
Apart from the fact he is undeniably attractive.
You figure it's just dumb surface level physical attraction. And with nothing else better to do, you decide to test the waters a bit.
Glancing at him across the table as the bonfire dances and his friends chat, often meeting each other's gaze. He holds it longer than he should. He always does.
Always standing or sitting next to him; your arms or your knees brushing as neither of you make any effort to grow the distance between you.
Playful inside jokes that often have subtle suggestive undertones. Normally, in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it style that the other Gladers brush off or don't notice. This results in Minho smirking into his chosen beverage, drinking up your figure out of the corner of his eye.
It goes on like this for a while; just being in the same friend group with some subtle flirtations going on. It's actually kind of fun and a much needed way to relax.
But it doesn't actually go much further than that. And you're fine with that.
For a while.
The jokes start becoming more explicit. The eye contact becoming less subtle. The closeness becoming drunken dancing instead of just standing together.
People are starting to notice.
The dumb attraction is starting to become actual feelings. He's brave and strong and funny and everything you want - and it's just making the sexual tension thicker.
God - it's getting bad. Anyone and everyone in a room with you two would be able to feel it.
The Gladers often tease Minho about it, talking about how he's one wrong move away from ripping your clothes off and cracking where he stands.
It's taking a lot of resilience from the both of you. Especially since you're both stubborn - it's become a silent game of who will crumble first.
"Hey, (Y/N)!" You're currently sorting out bedding and hauling different types of sleeping arrangements around camp. With Gally being put in charge of the Builders now, the huts are being thrown up like there's no tomorrow.
The Gladers and other Maze Subjects got the first available buildings, along with high up Right Arm members. You don't really mind, to be fair, you enjoy the hammocks and are happy to help the Gladers.
But as Thomas shouts you, you groan, turning around, blankets threatening to spill out of your hold. "Hey, Thomas. You good?"
"Yeah," something seems off about him as he fiddles with the hem of his shirt, "I know you're already busy, but could you check on Minho for me?"
"Huh?" You tilt your head, concern immediately setting in. "Why? Is something wrong?"
"Uh," Thomas did not think this far ahead of his dumb plan. "Well, we just haven't seen him all day - seems kinda down. Figured you'd be the best person to speak to him."
This perplexes you. "Why me? You guys are closer."
And you could've sworn you'd seen Gally and Minho shoving each other about earlier today. Though, maybe you're just mixing up your days.
"Yeah, but he likes you, so..." You pause, farrowing your brows. He likes you? In what context? Like you know that he likes you. But... like, more than just the dumb flirting?
You shake it off. "Alright, gimme a second."
You dump the bedding off where it needs to be and make a beeline for Minho's hut.
Little do you know that Minho has just gotten out of the shower - and is completely fine. Thomas and Frypan decided they'd had enough of enduring the tension between you and this is the result that.
Reaching the door, it's slightly ajar, and in your concerned state, you, for some reason, decide not to knock.
"Hey, Minho, are you-?" You push open the door and immediately freeze.
Well, shit.
Minho stands with his back to you, loose sweatpants hanging off of his hips and he's without a shirt. He rubs his hair with a towel, freezing at your voice and turning slightly to look at you.
Which would be less awkward if you weren't in some kind of trance.
Minho is tall and muscular, and he doesn't have to be half naked for you to be aware of that. But, that's not what's stands out.
All over his upper body, mainly populating his back, are pinkish lines. They travel down his spine and split like webs across his back, some whisps creeping across his sides and grazing his front.
"You just gonna stare or ask me about it?" Minho says after a good few seconds pass.
What do you even ask?
"Uh, what... why..?" You trail off and Minho raises his eyebrow before scoffing.
"I got hit by lightning." He states matter-of-factly. "Ended up giving me some scars."
"When did that happen?"
"Out in the Scorch, just before we met Brenda and Jorge."
"And you never mentioned this?"
"Well, it didn't seem like a big deal," he smirks. "And I'm kinda enjoying the look on your face."
This kind of snaps you back into reality. You're here for a reason.
You clear you throat, closing the door behind you for more privacy just in case the ex-Runner is on the verge of a meltdown. "Are you... alright?"
"Uh, yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Minho is growing more concerned by the second. What is happening here?
"Well, Thomas said that something was wrong and asked me to talk to you."
Minho scoffs, putting the dots together and slowly nodding his head before rubbing his face with his hands. "Did he, now? Shuckin' slinthead. I knew they were up to something."
"Huh?"
"They're messing with you - us, even."
"Huh? Why would- oh! Oh."
Ah. That makes more sense. And is mildly mortifying.
"Yeah." Minho shakes his head, turning away from you again as he mumbles to himself. "Sorry, my friends are dicks."
"It's uh, fine. It's fine."
Your gaze falls back on Minho's chiselled form. He's practically mouth-watering.
And it's not like this is weird. You've been pushing each other's boundaries since day one. This could be another opportunity to see how far you can take things. I mean, he would if this were the other way around. So, with a sudden peak in confidence, you walk over.
Minho chucks his towel on his bed. "So, are you-?"
Minho doesn't even get the chance to finish his question as electricity sparks through him. Again. This time, not because he's nearly dying, but because your fingers graze his back.
His entire body stills, his mind immediately becoming foggy, and the hair on his arms stands on end.
"Do they still hurt?" You ask, your gaze focused on his skin and your voice low.
You're gentle in your moments, letting your fingertips barely tickle his flesh. But with the immediate and tense reaction, you're reminded that Minho is about as touch-straved as someone can get.
He's just good at hiding it.
"Uh, no, not really. They kinda feel weird sometimes, and I was really buggin' out about them when I first noticed them. But I guess I had bigger klunk on my plate." He tries to maintain his composure, but his voice wavers at several points.
You bring your hand higher, dancing across his spine and between his shoulder blades.
"Why were you buggin' out?" You've grown somewhat used to the Glader way of speaking.
He hesitates for a second, physically jumping when your other hand joins in, using your thumb to rub circles and pull at the scars threating to escape to his middrift.
"Well, I uh- shit," he mumbles the cuss word, stepping back more and into your touch, letting his head fall back. "I just... they just look weird, yanno?"
"I think they look hot."
Okay, you're becoming very bold.
"Hm? You think I look hot?" He asks, half-looking over his shoulder at you, not wanting to fully turn around and lose the feeling.
"That's not what I said."
"That's what I'm askin'."
You blink at him, watching his lopsided smile creep across his face.
In a game of confidence - Minho will always win.
Which means trying to play it cool.
"I just think scars are interesting, they tell a story."
"Do you go around touching everyone's scars, then?" He cracks a wicked grin you can't see as he turns his head away again. "That might get you in a bit of trouble around here."
"Yeah, but not with you." It actually is genuinely fun tracing the patterns in his skin. You have one hand following one path and the other following a different one.
"Oh, yeah? How do you know that?"
"Because you like it."
He peers at you again, his face suddenly serious and his tone lower than before. "You're really starting to push it, yanno that?"
"Push what?" You tilt your head, pretending to play innocent.
"You know what."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"So, you're just feeling me up because you think my scars are hot?" He scoffs. "That's what's happening here?"
You think for a second. Fuck it. "Yep."
"Well, there's more scars if you wanna touch them?"
Your eyes flicker to his face, letting your arms fall from his skin. He turns around, holding his hands behind his back, he rocks on his heels.
From his back, travelling to his front are smaller webs of the scarring. At first glance, you thought they only reached around his sides, but now you're realising there's thinner, less noticeable branches trailing across his abs.
He presses his lips into a thin line, almost like he's calling your bluff. Because this is the game you've been playing. Pushing each other. And you've pushed him so he's pushing you.
Though, this very well might end up being the breaking point.
Too stubborn to back down, your hand connects with his stomach area. He flinches, but very quickly relaxes again. You gently run your fingers across the lines and the curves of not only the remains of the electricity, but of just his body.
Your eyes flicker to his face as you expect him to make some cocky comment about how that's not a scar. But he doesn't. His eyes are fixated on your hand.
It's a feeling he's never really experienced before - watching someone enjoy him. Someone touch him with such care. With such want. Someone touching him like this at all is new.
And it's you.
You're the one touching him.
You.
And that's making it so much worse.
He doesn't make any effort to hide or stop the tightening sensation in his pants or the way his chest is rising and falling. His mind is falling into complete fog; he feels like he's taken something he probably shouldn't have.
You notice it, too.
"Minho-?"
"Shut up," he says almost immediately, eyes finally meeting yours. His pupils are wide and his eyelids heavy. "This... this isn't fair. You can't..."
He seems a strange mix of stressed and turned on.
"Okay, I'll stop," you pull your hand away, but he immediately grabs it, laying it flat against his middrift. "Minho?"
"Don't," he mumbles. "Don't stop." He can't look at you properly.
God, what's happening to him?
"Look," he continues, trying to gain some sort of clarity for a second. "If you're just messing around, that's fine, but leave now, okay? 'Cause this is getting cruel."
His words and the way he's acting is sending heat straight to your core. You step towards him, your faces inches apart.
"Are you caving, Minho?" Your voice is sultry as your hand slides further down his front.
"Are you?" He responds, leaning in further, your noses brush and you can feel his breath on your face.
"We can't keep doing this, yanno? One of us has to break eventually." You mumble, practically into his lips.
His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips.
"Shuck it," his hands come to your waist, yanking you closer as he finally kisses you. You squeak from the force behind it as you throw you arms around his neck, clawing into his back to try and steady yourself.
It takes a matter of seconds for Minho to spin you around, pushing you onto the bed, both of you tangling together. Desperation sets in fairly quickly.
Minho's hands under your shirt as you try to pull it over your head. His lips on your neck and chest as he slips a hand under you, trying to yank your jeans down. You leave stains on his skin from your nails.
It's a blur of emotion and hormones.
Then Minho hesitates as he sits back. At first, you think he's just admiring you as you lay in your underwear, but there's something else.
"You good?" You ask, becoming concerned.
"You know we're not gonna be friends anymore if we do this, right? Like the flirting and klunk is fun, but this is different. We can't take this back. A-and I've never done this before. I don't wanna shuck up our friendship or make things weird."
You blink at him before sitting up. He watches you as you move onto your knees and kiss him again.
"I don't wanna be your damn friend, Minho. Take the hint."
It's like there's a light behind his eyes, a smile creeping across his face, but unlike his usual cocky smirk, it's soft and warm and genuine.
He pecks your lips. It's sweet and unusual for him. "You wanna be more than friends, then?"
"Yeah," you chuckle, "but I'm sure we can worry about that later. We're a bit busy right now." You wrap your arms around his neck again, lightly touching the scars on his back. He grins at you, connecting your lips again as he pushes you down.
He pulls away, his teeth brushing your ear lobe as he lets out a low chuckle.
"Sounds like a good plan."
Here ya go, another spicey Minho piece for y'all.
I hope you enjoyed :))
I made this Funko look like Shiro from season 7 because it's my favourite and yeah
Wanted to show ya this drawing and doodles i made of Shiro! I also posted it on my insta ashs_wasnthere if You wanna check it there too
Happy Piers day!!!!
I know Piers day was five days ago but my dumb ass decided to draw on the school computer and I didn´t get the chance to finish it until today that I had omputind class ;u;
Anyways, hope ya like your sleep deprived man <3
A little doodle of fem Piers I Drew while having a breakdown 😻
Piers sketch!
Tbh i'm not a Big fan of it but it's okay
I need him help (gift for the Engineer simps😔)
He makes me SICKKK
Begging you to please post the reigen edit you have of him to nails, hair, hips, heels it’s been one of my favorite edits and it doesn’t load properly on Twitter anymore so I can’t show people 😭
ask and u shall receive
known to bite if handled roughly
(version without blood under the cut)
I want a big beautiful, delectable, romantic, compassionate, intelligent man.
I posted this stuff on my Twitter. It flopped so hard like shit
well, shit.
i need several minutes.
He's my new reason to live
OH MY GO....
I’ve been seeing buff Howdy lately, so here’s my contribution
Poor little bug on the wall .. 🐛🐞🌻💖
I couldn't hold myself but my headcanon voice for baby howdy is bingo from bluey 😩💖💖Hope ya all like it 🥺✨️✨️
POST AB KURT 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️
i want this sad man
he needs to be at my doorstep NOW
i need my own james potter right fucking now idgaf anymore i can’t keep going on without him
They canonically said Wilson is great in bed I can't fucking take it anymore.
hi hi!! how are youuu??💓 i don’t think i’ve ever dropped anything into your inbox (shame on me) BUT let’s talk about going on vacation with aaron🥹 i just know he’d try and make it as special as possible for you <3
you’d spend the day walking through the town you’re staying in, taking in all the little cafes and shops, getting gifts for jack (and maybe also the team), also, you’d go to the beach, sunbathing together, maybe going for a swim. later on you get ready for dinner, him watching you intently while putting your makeup and jewellery on etc😵💫🥰 after dinner you’ll absolutely be going for a late night walk on the beach, hand in hand, and every day feels just like a dream at this point🥺😭 as you can tell i’m down BAD lmaooo
HIII my sweet i'm doing well, i hope the same for you 💓 and hehe i'll forgive you since you brought up aaron on vacation 🤭🥰 absolutely YES <333
just 🥹 seeing aaron so carefree <3333 he's entirely a different man while on vacation. no stress on his shoulders (you won't even allow the premeditative stress because you know his mind will drift to everything waiting at home), sleeping in, eating yummy food rather than the usual takeout while on a case. AND undivided and uninterrupted time with you?? that's his vacation right there 🥰🥰💓💞
exploring the cute town together is the first thing you do - kinda. your flight lands mid-afternoon, so by the time you get to the hotel, unpack, refresh, it's getting dark. you more so get a preview - getting some dinner there, walking past some shops (hehe you nudge aaron as you pass a souvenir one, 'we have to come back and get something for jack 🥺🥹'). it's just such an amazing feeling - knowing your vacation has just started and you have a few days of fun ahead 🥹 hehe you're giddy, clutching onto aaron's hand as the two of you walk and you're talking his ear off, all while he's gazing at you ohhh so lovingly <333 💞💓💞 and then the following day, you come back and really explore.
beach days with aaron 🥰🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 the sound of the ocean, with him so close, could there be anything better?? likewise, you're soaking in the one on one time. it feels so rare to have at times, and you best believe you're not going to take advantage of his time-off for a second. aaron does get a lil grumpy because he gets sunburnt >:( despite applying sunscreen multiple times. to be fair, he was more concerned that you were fully covered and protected. but you volunteer to rub aloe on his back, and he's all smiles 🤭❤️🔥
stopppp walking on the beach during sunset 🥹 hand in hand while waves are lightly crashing at your feet 🥰🥰 you're right the literal dream
27/11/22: super quick adorable read!!! domestic bradley bradshaw will always be my favorite he’s so malewife it hurts me it pains me. he was born to be a husband!!! this was so cute and i could picture everything and i saw the little note where it said you haven’t written in 5 years, well, i for one am VERY HAPPY you decided to start again and share this with us!!! my favorite parts are below 💞
“Rooster hummed, looking up at you, small smile on his face. He’s been wearing that smile since he returned from his short detachment, happy to be in your presence again.” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🤲🤲🤲 so precious!!!
“Rooster’s cheeks grew hot, and he was up off the couch to follow you out to your car, pinching your behind as you two went.” the little teasing because he likes to eat healthy 😭
“Rooster, who had the basket in his free hand, hummed in content as your thumb slowly rubbed his hand. “So why the sudden desire for cookies?” my favorite part!!! i could picture this so well!!! the basket in one hand and holding HER hand in the other!!!
and the way he was worried about her trying to reach the high shelfs by herself when he was gone 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
“I’m really happy you’re home.” You admitted, having missed these late nights of domesticity and simple pleasures.” ❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹
hi pals! top gun: maverick has once again stolen my heart, but this time i need an outlet, so here i am! a more formal post will come sometime soon(ish) with who i’ll write for/what i’ll write, but for now, i leave you this <3
w/c:
summary: late-night grocery shopping with rooster, female!reader
warnings: none
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LORD HAVE MERCY
NO LAWNMOWER COULD TAKE AWAY THE HEAD I WOULD GIVE HIM! 🔥
I'm out of fucking ideas to draw RAHHHHHHH
Would let him make me Juno any time any day
The Uncle Sukuna whiplash has been CRAZY. I need him.
I need those arms around my neck. It's a silly thought I have every time I see photos like these but it's a real and feral need. I love him in every single era but there's something special about this one that doesn't make me a fan of early James... Here, he's BIG, intense, inmense, powerful. I'm so in love with this era and this James. He and his big hands would hold my face and I would die right there. Imagine if he puts his arm around your shoulder and you feel that weight in ur back. I would melt. Ah, a hug from him would heal me and break me and bring me back to life again. imagine his weight on top of you, or maybe he would randomly put one of his big legs in ur lap... I don't even know what's going on in my mind but I'm a sucker for this. He's just TOO MUCH.
Those damn fucking arms I love him so much it makes sicckkk
𝔡𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔨 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱’𝔰 𝔯𝔞𝔴
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The way I've become so attached to Copia as the first papa who's alive while I'm in the fandom, I hate the theories where he's gonna die. Cause of course he's gonna die. But it still hurts to theorize about it and i just physically hurt inside at the thought of this stupid little rat man dying a sad death yk