#i didnt want to make it look too dramatic or dark

[br4tphobia]

mothers day . ♱ connie springer

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ details + Wc : 2,9k, Plug bby daddy! Connie x fem! reader, written with black woman in mind, idccc connie tanned !!!, connie being a sweet heart 🥹, connie callin the reader hella petnames, snuck in a lil bit of headcannons here n there!! , uses of baby, ma, mama and more, connie sneakin ina lil jokey joke, you/your pronouns used ! (not proofread, forgive me if u see any spelling mistakes.) NS4W + sex w/ some plot, passionate sex, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, oral (r receiving), breeding kink (ig .), fingering (r receiving) marking, missionary, pussy whipped connie !!, creampie and slight overstimulation .

✧˖*° vals note + this was lowkey ass n short (all of my work is) but hey ,, js a lil sumn thats late for mothers day, love everything yall do for yall children !!

its mothers day. the day where mothers are appreciated by children for what their mothers have did for them. you and connie have been dating for a while, only have one child, ava. life is perfect as it is and you wouldnt trade anything for it .

“boy what are you planninggg !”

your glossy lips pout dramatically, a blindfold covering your eyes and he guides you by your waist. “jus’ know its for you.” you suck your teeth, “well duh .. since you plannin all this shit, where ava?” “dont worry about allat, she with mikasa.” a exaggerated sigh fell from your lips, eager to see what ever hes gonna show you. “bae you scarin me ..” he leaves a reassuring grip on your waist and plants a kiss on your neck. “nothin to be scared about, now watch yo step. we going up the stairs .” “cant watch my step if im blind folded ~” “exactly why im here.” you cant help but feel yourself warm all over, his hands cupping around your waist, smooth tone of his voice, his audible accent.

when you both make it up the stairs which seems like forever, he removes one hand off your waist to open the door, “keep the blind fold on til i say you can take it off .” a small “ok..” leaves past your tongue, you fidget with your fingers nervously — connie doesnt do surprises like that ; but when he did, it was scary. “igh..take it off.” “papi, can you do it.. im nervous.” a small chuckle erupts from his chest, undoing the tie behind your head — before taking it off “ready, ma?” he questions you. you nod your head as a yes quickly, the darkness covering your vision fades away ; the blind fold dropped. your eyes adjust to the dim light in the room, “happy mothers day.” your eyes immediately widen along with a gasp. rose petals along the floor leading to the bed traced into a heart with red ballons reaching the ceiling with pictures of you, connie and ava hanging at the end. designer bags sitting infront of the pillows. such as Chanel, Louis vuitton and prada.

your eyes swell up at the scene. “you didnt..” holding your head up, trying to prevent those tears that’s threatening to fall. he pulls you into a hug, “i did. i love you and appreciate you for everything you did for this family.” whispering in your ear while he rubs circles on your back. “i-i love you too..thank you.” “save those tears mama, lets see yo gifts.” he grabs your arm and leads you to the bed. he watches you intensely as you smile from joy at the gifts, thats all he wants. to see you happy in life. “con..! i swear you’re too good to me!” your pretty face beaming, holding up the beautiful louis vuitton bag. tracing over the LV monogram logo ever so lightly. “you like it mama?” “i love it, baby, thank you. so so much !” his polished whites shine in your face from your response.

laying with him close after opening your gifts you catch him staring at you, the longer he looked at you, the more he fell in love. hell, even if you both are screaming at each other out of anger. “you ok..?” — “you're so pretty.” he's so confident in what he says you hate it, it always folds you. he's not afraid of thinking he's doing too much for you, flat out treating you like a princess more than he does his baby girl. he grabs your chin before your could respond and presses his lips against yours, you kiss back. your hand snaking up his neck, scratching his nape lightly with your solid baby pink nails. he tilts his head to the side to get more access to your lips, his tongue going past your teeth, tongues swirling around whilst he holds you still with his hand on your neck. lifting you up a bit to help you onto his lap. he groaned into your mouth as he pulled you on top of him, straddling his body. your tongues ran over each other so passionately, pulling away every other second to catch your breath.

he utters sweet compliments between every clash of lips, he always knows what to say to you. your plush thighs sit on his with your back arched, the kiss only getting deeper, his hands slid down to your hips and rocked them back and forth. you feel his hard on bump on your clothed clit causing you to moan, gaining the muscle memory of grinding ontop of him, you pull away from the kiss at the pleasure. “jus’ like that mama..” soft groans were shared through the room together from both mouths. til the point where he was leaking in his own pants he turns you in your back, swiftly scooting down to your thighs. he gave you a look of consent, you nod slightly, lowering the band of your shorts that you’ve been teasing connie with all day. his veiny hands pull both your shorts and underwear down in a swift motion.

you let out a light gasp at the cold air mixing with your hot core, you push your thighs together from the cold. “aht aht.. lemme see that pussy, keep those legs open ma..” his hand slid in-between your thigh and part them together. he licked his lips before diving in. he spat down on your core, slurping it up almost instantly. he runs his tongue over your folds, his nose bumping your clit — sending a shock wave to your pit of your stomach. “mm..con..” honey sweet moan fills his ears, your hand resting on his head whilst yours grip the sheets. placing sloppy kisses on your pussy, this man was eating you out like it was his very last meal of his life. slurping, smacking, and gulping down your slick, he knows he can eat pussy and tales advantage of it. “fuck..i love the way you eat this pussy papi..” your voice is breathy, more moans are formed and exhaled out of your mouth.

you rut your hips against his face, your juices running down his face dripping onto the silk sheets. you love seeing connie like this — hungry for you. the way he groans into your pussy at your taste, having his own make out session with your folds ; tongue fucking you ever so deliciously. "im gonna cum baby.." you roll your head back, waiting for your orgasm. every lick and plunge from his tongue brings you closer to the edge – god, you haven’t felt like this for while since ava was born. Everything starts to feel tingly and intense, he was desperate for you. “cmon.. make a mess on my face, mama.” Muttered through his messy mouth full of your arousal, you see white spots as soon as the pit in your stomach boils over. “mm shit babyy!” clawing at his dyed hair, shaking legs, broken moans, all that just by his mouth.

he made sure not to let a drop spill after pulling away, he charmingly smiles against your cum stained thighs, giving them a peck. “still with me, mama?” “ yea..” your voice is breathy, and rasp. Recovering from you recent orgasm, “ight, lift your arms .” his hands curve to your back as you do as he says. The shirt going over your head and dropping them back to your sides. “can I” he looks you dead, then trailing down to your laced bralette, hinting to take it off . “mhm” is your immediate response, feeling his slim tattooed fingers clip your bra of your chest. your nipples harden to the exposed surface of the air, “you gon lemme suck em ?” he raises a eyebrow, his tone teasing. you smile at his idiotic comment “oh my god.. yes…” connie hums at your quiet response, “yes, con. you can.” not even processing your answer he latches his mouth on your nipple like hes some type of leech. the warm wetness of his mouth soaking your nipple, whilst his other hand massages the other one — you let out quiet whines as hes twisting and pinching on it.

“imma prep you, ok, pretty?” hes slightly inaudible but you can still understand. he sliding his hand down your bare body, curving down to your inner thigh. connie collects the leftover slick and slides his lubricated digits into you. your walls immediately pulse around him index and ring, his thumb reaching to rub your clit. “oh my god..” shallow breathes escape, his long fingers massage the inside of your pussy, scissoring, pumping and curling against ; hitting all the rights spots. “just like that baby, oh fuck..” once he feels like hes gave that boob enough attention he switches, his mouth latching on your right one. you find yourself grinding on his fingers, the pleasure too much where you have to push your sticky thighs together, your nipple leaves his mouth with a ‘pop !’

“what i tell you ?” his tone hinted a warning , “to k-keep my legs open..”

“then do it, todays all about you. so let me make you feel good.”

he continues his actions with his fingers, simultaneously reaching up to give you a kiss. “think — you can ,, take me?” he’d push his fingers out through the kisses as you keep coming back for more, “yes, i need you so bad..” “dont say that, imma nut in my pants, mama” he rolls his eyes in resemblance of you. “boy pleasee” he gives you another smile before pulling his sweat pants down, you stop him. tugging on his shirt “take it off firstt” “ight ight,,” his shirt lifts over his head and thrown unknowingly in the room — his tanned abs on full display for you, god knew what he was doing when creating him cause lord.. hes so fine. “now ,, can i fuck you?” “of course.” he lowers the waistband to his thighs along with his PSD boxers. his tip slaps against his toned stomach with ongoing beads of precum oozing out the pretty brownish pink slit of his tip.

“ready, ma?” he says with a few strokes with his then — then sliding his girth through your folds. nodding another yes, he slides in. the wetness of your pussy squelches as he slids in, pretty tanned cock disappearing into your heat. “shit..” you head rolls back, eyes brows furrowing at the small stretch. “i know, ma..but you can take it..i know it.” his comforting words ease the pain, with his hand stroking your face. within a few moments he pulls out til the tip is only left inside you. “you think you can take me?” “yea..” “tell me if its too much.” whispering low, but loud enough for you to hear. he’d raise your leg on his shoulder and push back into you, sliding in and back out. making sure his rhythm wasn’t too slow or fast — from watching your facial expressions and body language, he kept his pace,

"mm.. fuck.." moaning softly, he could listen to your sounds every morning, evening, and night. "thats it mama.. " he lowers his head to the level of your neck, nibble and sucking on your bare skin. visible bite marks and hickeys grew one by one, connie loves marking you. he wants to know youre his, he loves you and wants to be there for you at all times. even when you both are on bad terms. the way his shaft disappears into every-time he rocks back into you. pushing out moans more and more, “look at you.. takin this dick so pretty..” he groaned at the feeling of your getting wetter at his choice of words. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him inches closer than what he already was to collide his lips with yours. tongues tangling beautifully together, moans, groans , and whimpers where the only thing shared along the soft skin clapping.

pulling away from his intoxicating lips, to catch your breath. he moves back down to your hickey, covered neck to add more. whispering how good it is against your neck “fuckk i miss this pussy..” — “got me wantin to nut already..” “mm..” whimpering as he brushes his tip against your cervix again. he angles his hips at certain directions to find your spot, watching your body language once again. His finger tips grazing over your beautiful curves while thrusting into you so sensually as hes laying kisses on your neck. "fuck papi.. faster.." your body squirms at neediness, just for him to obey your request — snapping his hips quicker then before, not too fast nor slow, hed do anything just to make sure you were pleased, in and out of bed! he loves you too much to leave you unsatisfied. “mm shitt !” you breath hitches on how deep he got, bumping places inside you that you couldnt reach with your own fingers, he watches your boobs bounce at the rhythm of his strokes as you grip on once tightly, those plump lips slightly agape to release moans, the crease between your hips and thighs from having your legs on his shoulders.

another moan came from you lips, the volume of them getting louder as he hits your g spot. “right here, ma?” he softly puts his hand over the small bulge re-appearing every other thrust, “y—yes! don’t stop baby.. fuck im g’na cum..” oh, he most definetily wont stop. your back arches from the pleasure, scratching on Connie’s back for some type of stability, leaving scratch marks he would definitely admire in the morning. “cum, mama. nut on this dick.” more thrusts, clit stroking, and groping away from your second orgasm. connie loves how whiney you get before you cum, your high pitched moans and whimpers is the most euphoric thing to hear from you, letting him know that you feel good. “baby..baby im cu—" cut off by a silent moan, his strokes get deeper then — what you thought — he possibly could get. gushing over his length, a white ring forming on it.

"fuuck.." he slows down to prevent himself from cumming too soon, but still allowing you to ride out your orgasm. your voice is quiet mumbling "oh baby"s, your pretty face relaxed with your lips shaped into an O. "feels so.. — fuckin good.." his voice is pitched, head thrown back and eyes screwed shut, still continuing his intoxicating thrust which feels like light shocks from being overstimulated. he looks down to admire your facial features, he cant get enough of you, not even if he tried. "you like that? this dick fuckin you deep?" his voice is slightly hoarse, "yesyes mmhpp" you cover your mouth with your hand to muffle your sounds, not wanting to get louder. "let me hear you." , he grabs your hand and places it your tummy buldge.

"i-im sorry... ohmygodd.. you fuckin me so good, papi.." your wet sounds from your previous orgasms leaving his lower stomcach sticky. "shit..gonna cum mama.." cant help but feel embarassed from being close too soon, but you dont care. you also want him to feel as good as you do. "fill t-this pussy up.." his cock twitching inside your silk walls, “yeah? tell me how much you want it.” thats one thing he loves, seeing you plead for anything from him, probably one of his biggest turn-ons. “so bad baby.. mhpp! make me a mom of two..” Thats all connie hears, two. "thats what i like to hear, mama.." his pace picks up, "s-shit baby..fuck im cumming.."

his breathing quickens before he lets out a drawn out groan of your name followed by a few other thrusts. letting out whimpers at his thick seed sitting inside you before dripping onto the sheets. soon he pulled out, watching in awe whilst trying to catch his breath. "jus’ wait til fathers day. imma make it up to you." refering to everything hes did for you today, "lookin forward to it, catch yo breath. i ain done." "wha..?" "you head me, imma make sure you a mother of two."

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[iwanty0uu]

❄︎ all characters are 19+ y/n being 20, second female character being 19, and male character being 21, contains swearing and mentions of violence ❄︎

•unedited•

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑…

Three weeks passed since the event with your “sister” and you didnt know how to feel. Life felt like a fever dream and as you sat down sadly in your college dorm, you received a dm, from Connie.. ?

You two had chemistry, well chemistry wasn’t the word, maybe advanced biology.. he was the type to make you think that he was all about you in private during your late high-school years, and then act like you were nothing more than friends in public. Considering that you two were friends, you couldn’t tell whether you were really trippin bout the way he acted or if you just caught feelings while he didnt. So for your own peace, you un-added him and went no contact. This went on for three years until tonight.You opened your inbox and the message read:

“long time no talk..heard niggas spreading shit bout you that aint sit right.. tell me wassup my heart.”

Your heart dropped.. the fuck was he talking about you like that for? HE CHEATED! WITH YOUR SISTER AT THAT!!

“Fuck it” you thought and began typing your paragraph..

𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤

You remembered the footsteps that entered your household, and it was her.. Your sister, Nataly and your newly EX BOYFRIEND entering your home, your safe haven. She was greeted with stares from her father, brother and yourself. “How could you do that to your sister?” Your father asked? His tone was low, and he seemed hurt for you, but this was no regular empathy, this was trauma.His face seemed as if he had seen one thousand years worth of pain and heartbreak, and it broke him to know that his daughter, his baby was just like the person who had hurt him. History repeats itself no?

“Y/n I’m not here to ask for your forgiveness but I did come here to apologize-“ before he could finish his sentence, his face was met with your fathers fist, his blood flew through the kitchen, spreading along the kitchen floor like wet fresh paint. The crunch of Ony’s nose filled the room which was followed by a gut wrenching scream.. He had no time to talk or explain himself. You would have never expected your father to move so quickly considering his size and weight but it seemed as if he took his anger out on the boy. The boy who looked too much like the one who betrayed him and slept with his gold digging…wife, his cousin. After your brother pried your father and ex apart, Ony was unconscious, and your father’s once dark blue polo almost looked the same shade as midnight, and was soaked..

You watched your sister to see how she would react, would she try to help him? Ask daddy “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?” in the voice she uses when she doesn’t get what she wants? But to your surprise, she tried to hug you, grabbing your hands and repeating “It was only twice.. it only happened twice.” Your brother must have seen the glint in your eye which caused him to act faster than you could, separating you and your sister before she got a matching broken nose.. “OH SO IM PEACE-MAKER TODAY HUH?” he repeated, pacing up and down the kitchen. “AWWWEEE SHITTTT IM GOING TO JAIL I GOT FINGER PRINTS ALL ON THIS BITCH- YO POP YOU MURDERED HIM- NIGGAS NOT EVEN BREATHING-“ his tattooed hands touched his waves, rubbing his face and fanning himself dramatically.

“You’re dead to me” you said to Nataly. And it was the last thing you remembered before leaving your home in a frenzy. “why does this shit happen to me god?” you pleaded in your car, eyes too swollen to drive causing you to pull over and take a break. After that, your memory was foggy, you did make it home though and skipped school for a week after..

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭

You found that your conversation with Connie lasted for hours, then led to an instagram facetime, then let to an actual facetime, to talking every day for the next month, being shady to Ony together, throwing subs on social media about him, and having study sessions. Over this month, your time in the empty lecture halls with him were the best, being alone in a big room with someone who you “weren’t supposed to be with” always turned you on.. or maybe you were just a little perv, but Connie noticed this. He noticed this as he sat next to you instead of across from you one day, how you looked at his lips and not his eyes when he got the correct answer. You purposely told him that you would reward him if he passed his exam which he did, knowing exactly what you had in mind. He noticed how your soft plush lips eased into his as if they craved the intimate privacy that they once despised, craving the secrecy that caused your situationship to fail. Your slick coated your dark brown g-string under your long skirt that was now hiked up, as you sat on his lap, the way he played with your nipple piercing remembering how everyone said it was dumb to get just one but it fit you so well. This was his first time touching you this way in years, and he would make this a moment to remember. Although he wanted to continue, he stopped to wash his hands at the lab sink before he began, and then came back to finish your lewd scene. You sat patiently waiting for him to finish and this gave you time to think about your actions. Were you doing this because of Ony? No, so why do you feel so nervous?

He turned around and returned to his seat, kissing your skin which sent tingles up your spine, calming you down, but you still had something on your mind and it made your balls blue. Your high came down and as usual, he noticed. Knowing Connie for as long as you did, his maturity was now visible and in that moment he promised that you’d be his number 1. It was hard to trust niggas now-a-days but what did you have to lose? If all hell breaks loose just wait until it freezes over and go about your life as you did before him. So being you, it was easy to agree but even harder to believe him, but you ignored it. You knew yourself well and if he didn’t treat you how you were supposed to, then he’d be gone. The heat between you went back to its intensity as he deepened the kiss, leaving hickies around the open skin on your chest above your tube top. Your legs fluttered open at his touch and you felt his erection almost burning into the fat of your ass, he slowly put his fingers back inside of you, thrusting while curving his fingers inside of you, hitting your sweet spot. You could feel yourself coming to your high, gripping onto his shoulders riding his fingers, begging for his touch and affection. You pulled at his studded earlobe with your teeth as his erection stimulated your clit. You found yourself tugging on his sweats, begging to be touched by him… You slid your hand into his ethikas, pulling out his cock, it twitched while you rubbed his pink tip that was already lubricated with his pre cum. You played with the plump of his pink lips while you grounded yourself onto his dick, sinking your way onto him. You both were on the edge and near to cum, so you weren’t surprised when he bucked his hips into you before you could gain your senses. You lost control of your body as it bucked in return, matching his pace and his sloppy rythm. “Fuckkkkkk con- shit” you rubbed his shoulders as you felt your high approaching.

“You take this dick good huh ma-“ he grunted, his rhythm now inconsistent as he slowed down, edging the both of you. You felt as if you were on cloud nine, the way he caressed your skin, touching you in the places that were left cold by your ex… rubbing his favorite spots on your body. His tongue grazed against your own, swirling in the pool of your saliva, he bit your lip causing you to jump slightly. He laughed while kissing the both of your cheeks, his thumb re-located to your clit, rubbing faster and harder, pressing down against your sweet spot as you whined against his hips.

“Connie! I’m cumminggggg, oh my-“ You grabbed his body for support as you felt him release inside of you, he gripped your hips, holding you still as you jerked against him, still in the after shock of your orgasm.

“Hold on y/n- shittt” he whispered as he felt his seed leak out of you. He slightly moved his hips, pushing the other half of his girth that couldn’t fit inside of you. As it kissed your cervix, you felt your eyes roll back…but there was another pair watching you.You both heard shushed voices outside of the door, forgetting the time and how the night classes started at 8pm… it was currently 9:30 and by the grace of God no one entered the lecture hall whilst you and connie had your randevu.

“shit the time-“ you mumbled, quickly hopping off of him, loosing balance instantly as he held you up. You grabbed some wipes that sat in the inner pocket of your telfar, and cleaned you both up to the best of your ability. You couldn’t control the giggles that left your mouth as you fled the crime scene, but that night liberated you.

𝟏𝟐:𝟎𝟎𝐚𝐦

Connies head rested on your chest as it rose and fell,he slept as you were left alone with your thoughts. You didn’t regret what happened and were looking forward to a future with him..but who’s eyes were it that you felt?…..

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐟𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐝.

hope yall liked this as much as i DREADED MAKING THIS jkjk..mwahh!~𝓵𝓮𝓵𝓮

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[bubbles-lounge]

Their younger sibling

Summary: You were Jade and Floyd's younger sibling. They had been quite protective of you most, if not your entire life, and the only other person you knew was Azul. It annoyed you a lot as their protectiveness stop you from having friends but maybe this might be a turning point. Since your parents had a business problem/trip that would take awhile away from home and didnt want to leave you alone, your parents managed to get you into NRC(Probably through bribery) and now you were searching in Octavillne looking for your brothers or Azul.

A/n: Part 2. Sorry for not posting much been ill a lot for some reason and school(when I can actually go in). I hope you enjoy this small piece of writing I've done, have a nice day and remember to look after your beautiful self!

It had been around a year and a bit since you had seen either of your brothers or Azul, you were pretty excited to see them again. The headmaster had put you into Octavillene and now you were looking for them. Anyone you had asked about the location of your brothers or Azul they gave you a shocked or pity look. You knew that your brothers were scary to many people and the power Azul had but still, you hadn't expected people to find them scary enough to throw pity at people who wanted to find them.

You shrugged it off as you entered Octavillene, you wondered a bit before and met some pretty nice guys, their names being ace, deuce, yuu, jack, epel and sebek. They seemed relatively nice, maybe this may be fun for you and maybe you'll make some new friends! Or maybe it will take a dark turn and they'll become like your brothers, just romanticly. You entered a place called monstro lounge, you sat down and as you were doing something on your phone you felt someone pick you up you looked at the person to see Floyd!

"Little elver!! " Floyd hugged you tightly with one of his large smiles.

"Hey big brother! " You hugged him back just as tight (eel strength) reciprocating his large smile.

Floyd picked you up and spun you around excitedly. People were staring mainly at you and seemed shocked, not that you really paid attention to, you were too happy seeing your big brother again!

Jade came out to see why Floyd stop doing his work and to see what all the fuss was about. Jade goes towards Floyd spotting someone in his arms, as jade comes closer he recognizes the person to be you. Jade stops Floyd from spinning as you now regain your balance, Jade whispers something to Floyd as Floyd picks you up and takes you somewhere.

"Hey big brother!! " You look over Floyd's shoulder to Jade as you shoot him a smile of yours.

Jade gives you a small smile back before responding

"Hello elver. "

Floyd kicks open a door as someone makes a fuss over what Floyd did before questioning why a person was over his shoulder, Floyd puts me down onto a couch with a sudden yelp emitting from the persons throat. I look at the person.

"Hey, zuzu! "

You look at Azul using the name your brothers started calling him before you joined in on calling him it.

"Little elverrrr~, your still gonna call Azul, zuzu? " Floyd said with a over dramatic whiny voice as Jade chuckled before nodding in agreement. I simply shrug my shoulders as Azul clears his throat before saying

"(Name) what we you doing here? As far as the school goes you shouldn't be here? " All three of them look at you in curiosity at Azuls words now letting them realize the fact you shouldn't be here with all these other people

"Mum and dad are going on a long business trip or problem and they didn't want me staying back at home alone they found a way to let me stay at NRC while they were away! "

They all look at each other in shock that their parents didn't tell them before, they look at you as Floyd flops down next to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders.

"Hey little elver, you don't go talking to others but us mkay? They are a lot of bad people here at NRC. "

Jade and Azul nod in agreement as you look at them dumbfounded. The people you had met here so far seemed relatively nice though? You voiced your concerns to your brothers, Azul had to leave to go and sort out something out side and said he'd be back.

"But the people I've talked to so far seem quite nice.. Although one if them was rather loud they were still nice enough? "

You watch them carefully as they faces seemed shocked.

"Elver you talked to some of the others here, before you found us? "

You nodded as you swore your brothers faces looked unhappy maybe even sinister, but it was too quickly gone for you to be certain, you pretty sure though it happened... Right?

"Little elver, who were these people? "

Your brothers grins looked almost sinister as their face expression was unreadable,which was unusual from Floyd. You explained you had talked to the first year group, you explained how they seemed relatively nice. What you didn't mention was that you planned on talking to them again later after you'd talked to your brothers and Azul.

"Elver the people here aren't what they seem. Your better sticking to me and Floyd, we wouldn't want our little sibling getting hurt, now would we Floyd? "

"Of course not Jade~"

You shook your head at you siblings protectiveness,could it be called that anymore? Wasn't it more than that? as a octavillene student came in and said Azul requested their presence back in the lounge. He flashed you a pity look and left just as quick as he had arrived. Your siblings look annoyed at the thought of leaving you now they had you back in their grasp.

"Ne little elver don't leave the VIP area okay? Me and Jade will be back we just need to take care of some business. "

You nodded at them as they left. The momment you couldn't hear them you found another way out and slowly and stealthily made your way out the lounge. Sure you loved your brothers and you enjoyed seeing them and Azul again but you hadn't really had many friends your entire life and now was your chance as you searched for the first years you met earlier and the one you got their number off. Your think his name was yuu?

#✿yumi ideas✿ #platonic yandere twisted wonderland #platonic #yandere twisted wonderland #platonic yanderes #platonic leech #platonic yandere jade #platonic yandere floyd #yandere jade leech #yandere floyd leech #yandere azul #yandere first years #yandere yuu #yandere ace #yandere deuce #yandere jack #yandere epel #yandere sebek

[thesoleilla]

Sk8 the infinity x reader who doesn't take care of themselves (platonic)

A/N: Okay I know I have A LOT of other things to write but a friend needed to hear this, and I'm making it public in case anyone else needs to hear it as well <3 take care y'all

Masterlist

You hadn't been feeling well lately. Everything felt so distant, so meaningless that you just didn't wanna bother.

And so slowly, your sleeping became less and less long; you even ate less as well.

But you didn't wanna think too much about it. It was just regular stuff after all, nothing to worry about.

Or so you thought.

You probably should have noticed the signs already when you pulled an all-nighter without wanting to randomly.

Yet, that didn't even ring any particular alarm to you. Not even a sound, maybe a singular neuron in your brain was questioning wether or not something was going on, but that was all.

On the other side, your skater friends were getting more and more worried.

Why is that you ask? Well your lack of sleep was causing dark bags under your eyes, your attention span was getting shorter and shorter, so much that you barely answered to your name

"Y/N! Y/N! HELLOOO?" Reki was practically shouting as he waved his hand across your face to try and get you to answer.

"Oh- uh…what..sorry, I wasn't listening" You tried to laugh it off, but you noticed it clearly wasn't working when you saw reki's concerned look on his face.

"Are you okay Y/N? We were worried about you!" He grabbed your shoulders to make sure he kept your attention as the others nodded in agreement to his last statement, the whole gang surrounding you.

"I'm fine…jeez, what did you guys get so worked up for?" You fought back the urge to yamn as you felt it would be contradictory to your statement.

"How many hours of sleep did you even get last night? You're even more of a slime than usual!" Miya added from the side as he took a step closer to you.

Reki turned to Miya as he spoke, then quickly turning to you again, his worry-filled eyes looking straight at you as he grabbed onto your shoulders a bit more subconsciously.

You were internally panicking. You really didnt wanna bother them with your problems…you just really didn't think they'd care all that much, that's all.

"Do you mean last night as in the last time I slept or as in the last time I should've slept?" You tried to use humor to your advantage again, but the strategy still wasn't working, they only looked more concerned!

Fast forward a few hours, you found yourself in bed, the whole squad trying to manipulate you into sleep.

"Y/NNN come on you need sleep!" Reki kept nagging you as you were forcefully tucked into bed by Miya and Langa

"I'm fiiiine..you guys worry for nothing" You laughed it off again, looking up at them as you tried to get up, an attempt which they stopped immediately

"Just when did you last eat?!" Reki sighed as he felt how weak you were when he stopped you from getting up

"I mean I ate some air..." you laughed. They weren't taking it as lightheartely as you did though.

Reki looked away from you for a second, looking over at everyone.

"Langa! Go get some food!" Lana nodded in agreement

"Miya! Go learn how to perform hypnosis in order to make someone sleep! And Joe, Cherry... you two... put on a dramatic soap opera to entertain Y/N while the others prepare everything!"

Long story short, you never got to pull an all-nighter ever again

A/N: Thank you for reading this! I hope this made you guys feel better! If this can comfort anyone then I'm more than happy I wrote this! Take care everyone, y'all are amazing<33

Also, this is the first time I write anything for sk8 the infinity, so it's my way to announce I now take requests for it! Though I'm really behind on my requests, so it might take a while to get to them

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 the infinity x reader #hurt/comfort #sk8 x reader #sk8 hurt/comfort #sk8 platonic #reki kyan #sk8 reki

[clovenhoofedjester]

jellicle lineups; part 4/4

I FINALLY FINISHED THESE

grizabella | 🌃 🥀 🍂

i really wanted to mix revival and older replica for this one. the thigh-high boots, sparkly, tasseled dress, and generally the wig are all revival inspired, but the curly fur stays and the makeup is old because i really do like the very dramatic, gothic grizabella looks. her coat is also heavily 2019 inspired with the length and stripey purple fabric

i also was not sure how i wanted to do her hair other than it covering one eye (SHOUTOUT TO THE FANART I SAW WHICH HAD THAT. I CANNOT REMEMBER THE URL) esp the color so i did a gradient of light grey to dark brown, which i REALLY liked ! it also helped me decide that shed be chocolate smoke instead of a tabby

idk. ijust like her

i very much want to emphasize the "proud" and "indomitable" of her character in my portrayal of her; think betty buckley. i think shed be 61 in human years.

jennyanydots | ⏰ 🧶 👠

HER DESIGN... is very similar to her replica one because.... i really like it. very heavy emphasis in how her makeup is sometimes done with the HUGE lower lashes and squiggles. she also gets a cute little pink nose and blue eyeshadow

very 2019 inspired also. the hat, tasseled jumpsuit and bejeweled tap shoes stay ...... but i did want to give her the vest and collar from 2019. i just like that. shes also fat because yes

she remains sweet and nice yes. but i think warsaw was onto something when they made her Like That. shed be 56 in human years

jellylorum | 🎨 💐 👒

i ORIGINALLY drew her design a month and a half ago with the headcanon that shes gus' caretaker but bro. that jellylorum & asparagus jr. & gus family angst potential was too great. so i redid her as looking closer to gus. :3

idk why but i decided to go with a 1940s inspired formal look for her.... i quite like the hat and think it helps her to stand out, so i'm comfortable in that decision. her fur design is also mostly replica inspired. enjoy her neapolitan ice cream makeup too

she also gets a pink nose and her collar from the 2019 version. idk why the collars went so hard in that movie

i LOVE one of her 3 words being practical... yes, she is THE practical cat. i think shed be 59 in human years

bustopher jones | 🌹 🤍 🍛

VERY replica inspired.... with notes of other productions. opera populaire had full glasses bustopher which i liked. an older makeup look also had stripes which i also thought looked nice (and makes him look more related to mistoffelees) ! there are also multiple bustopher designs that have the moustache and beard 2 for 1 dealio..... and decided to incorporate that as well

he also gets the fishbone hanky crevat thing and a fishbone brooch. i almost made his rose white but i liked the contrast of the red. enough that i decided to give him lipstick too . and youd best believe that he has a giant fucking pipe that he smokes out of

i love the idea of him being the older generations' tugger in his time. i believe it. i think hed be like 55 in human years

skimbleshanks | 🚂 🎆 ⏳

I COULDNT RESIST BASING HIM OF THE MOVVIEEEEEE im not sorry that was peak skimble. the whistle and chains, the MATCHING conductor hat and pants, the moustache, the tap shoes..... truly, it was too good. my only regret was that i couldnt show the suspenders in this design because i wanted to keep the vest

i did keep the makeup/fur pattern very similar to his replica design though. idk. its just good. emphasis on the brown in his tail, the brown of his clothes, and the bell

anyone else get handsome gay silver fox vibes from him? anyway [being rushed out the door] i think hed be 56 in human years

asparagus jr. | 🧷 🎲 ⛲

lets go babey asparagus jr. inclusion ! i Really struggled with the clothes because i wanted to include the weird yarn poncho but didnt want to make him look hippyish (hippies are cool it just wasnt the vibe i was going for).... so it is reincarnated as this strange tassel-y scarf shawl thing. idk

he also gets a collar similar to jellylorum's because i like the idea of them living in the same house :^3. his makeup is also pretty different from how it appeared in the 98 version because i wasnt really feeling it. i like stripes. so stripes he shall get

hes also wearing a corset thing. idk what my propensity for designing men with a slightly feminine touch says about me (IM A FEMININE QUEER MAN)

not much notes on his personality other than i think he really looks up to his father (enough that he took on his more dignified name). hed be 57 in human years

gus | 📖 🌌 🔭

MUH OLD MAN... i love him. very much based on a bunch of different replica designs for him. he gets a beard and sideburns because i think i really do love the costumes w facial hair, and i think it just fits. he also gets glasses

he gets the coat and handkerchief (now a scarf) that typically hides the growltiger costume... which has a crisp formal outfit underneath. maybe he takes the coat off during his number to signify having moments of clarity and humor during his song

i do think in my interpretation hes well enough to joke around during his number and play the rumpus cat but like. damn you can tell this cat is old. hed be like 93 in human years

old deuteronomy | 🌕 🍮 ⭐

i have fully abandoned replica deut. say hello to haute couture resplendent transgender old deuteronomy. fit with a gigantic white coat, velvet dress, and gigantic fluffy hat. and yes, she did have 99 wives

she also gets the pendant that she was drawn with in the concept art for the 2d animated movie.... what was up w/ that....

ANYWAY YEAH UH. shes very different from the replica deut and other nonrep deuts mostly thanks to judi dench, with her saying that her version of deut was a transgender woman, and her complaining about not looking regal enough in the movie. here you go girly. the nose freckles/dots from some replica makeup get to stay though

she gets a lot of design notes from her children. the grey from munkustrap, macavitys white eyelashes, eye and mouth makeup, and tuggers cheek heart. shes also a light grey to kind of reflect her appearance in 2019

not much to add here other than i love her. i think she would be 88 in human years

AND THERE YOU GO. AHHHHHHH ITS DONE

#grizabella #jennyanydots #jellylorum #bustopher jones #skimbleshanks #asparagus jr. #gus the theater cat #old deuteronomy #cats the musical #chibi #character design #sfw furry #my art

[cowgurrrl]

OKAY WAIT

late night talks with college!joel - how reader and him came to date. they were studying they got distracted talking about something and stayed up all night taking. now joel can get her off his mind. 😉

thank you harry styles <3

I’ll kiss you on the mouth dude I love this idea

UPDATE: I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END IT AND IF IT WASNT FOR MY MELATONIN KICKING IN I WOULDVE CONTINUED IT

She’s got a book for every situation

Pairing: college!joel x fem!reader

Summary: this ask

Author’s note: typed in tumblr and not proofread so god speed slayers 🫡

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, Joel being The Biggest Flirt, June your BA in English is showing, I think that’s it??

Working at the writing center on campus has its perks. You get unlimited printing, editing experience, and free coffee. Granted, it’s from a pot that had been simmering for several days but it’s free nevertheless. You’ve even managed to get in good with a few professors who would recommend their students come to you if they need help. Normally, they don’t take the advice until finals week and they all scramble into your office all at once. So, when a tall guy with curly dark hair walks into your desolate lobby, you’re a little surprised. He looks lost with a stack of papers piled in his hands and visibly relaxes when he sees you peek your head out.

“Hey there. Can I help you?” You ask, approaching him.

“Maybe. ‘M from Dr. Phillips class and she said to come to the writing center and ask for…” He trails off as he glances down at his paper before saying your name. “Said she might be able to help me with my paper.”

“Yeah, I think she can help you with your paper.” You say and hold out your hand to grab the red inked paper. It’s a paper on Kerouac who’s never been your favorite. In fact, you wrote an entire paper about how pretentious and privileged Jack Kerouac actually was but that’s neither here nor there. The bottom line is that you know how to write a paper professors are looking for. You feel his eyes scanning your face as you read his thesis and try to ignore the blush creeping over your cheeks.

“I take it you’re the brilliant writer Dr. Phillips likes so much.” He says. You smile but don’t take your eyes off his words so you don’t get distracted by his presence.

“Dr. Phillips doesn’t like anyone.”

“She seemed to like you. Told me all about how smart you are,” he says. “Never mentioned the pretty part, though.” Finally, you look up and meet his gaze.

“Technically Dr. Phillips isn’t allowed to recommend one student editor over another. It’s against our policy and makes things a little fairer for everyone. So, can we keep this little secret between us…” you let your sentence end, realizing you never asked his name, and he holds out his free hand.

“Joel.” He says and you shake his hand.

“Well, Joel, I’ll tell you what. I’ll agree to help you get your paper in order if you agree to not get me fired. Fair deal?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He says politely.

You spend the rest of the day walking Joel through essay structures, grammar mistakes, and thesis issues. His argument is strong but it needs to be more concise and punchier. When you try to explain it to him in those terms, he looks at you like you’re from Mars. Eventually, after a little too much flirty small talk, he tells you about his dad’s construction company and you learn to put flowery, over dramatic writing advice into clean, neat boxes that he understands completely. Unfortunately, you don’t end up finishing the actual essay before the center closes.

“You’re free to come back tomorrow morning so we can finish this.” You say as you gather your things and stuff them in your backpack. Joel stretches in his chair, his shirt riding up just enough to reveal a gorgeous sliver of tan skin and you have to force your eyes away from the sight.

“D’you live far from here?” He asks, standing and throwing his own backpack over one shoulder. You waffle for a moment, unsure if you want to tell this almost perfect stranger where you live.

“Maybe a ten minute walk. It’s not bad for Austin.”

“Can I walk you home? Since I kept you so late,” he asks. Once again, you hesitate. Joel doesn’t seem like the typical frat guy you’ve come to fear since your time at school. He actually seems gentle and genuine. You turn the thought over a few more times before he throws his hands up. “‘S just an offer to make sure you get home safe. I’ll even carry your backpack for you if you want.” He offers and you smile. You take another second before handing him your heavy backpack. He slings it over his free shoulder and walks to the door to open it for you, keys jingling in your hand as you lock up the writing center for the night. The humid Texas night suffocates you the second you step out into the fading daylight.

“You always carry girls’ backpacks home?” You ask as you start walking in the direction of your apartment. Campus is mostly empty this time of night, everyone crawling home after class to pregame or cry or both. Squirrels patrol the sidewalks for any students who may want to hand them a piece from their bagel or sandwich. Someone honks their horn in distant standstill Austin traffic, and the sun slowly slides behind the Capitol. It’s peaceful.

“Only when I make ‘em read my shitty writing.” He says and you laugh.

“Your writing’s not bad, Joel. It’s actually very good. Essays are just the worst to write.”

“You like ‘em enough to work at the writing center.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean it’s what I actually care about,” you shrug. “At this point, I’m a warm body with a clicky pen.”

“Woah there, Kafka. I think you’re a little more than that,” Joel laughs and you have to laugh too. Not only for the perfectly on brand joke but for the tone in his voice. The playful lilt makes your head feel fuzzy. “Alright then, if you don’t like essays and you don’t like Kerouac, what do you like? What do you wanna write?” He asks and you take a deep breath. It’s a question you’ve fielded more than enough times in your college career to know that not many people like your answer.

“I’m not sure yet. I like a little bit of everything.”

“Have you written anythin’ I would’ve read?”

“No,” you laugh. “Probably not.”

“Why’s that funny?” He asks and you shake your head.

“Because nobody wants to publish my work. It’s too… rough.”

“Rough?” He raises his eyebrows at you.

“Yeah. Publishers either want the next Great American Novel or nothing at all, and I am not next Great American Novel material.”

“How do you know?”

“Because nobody’s publishing me.”

“Maybe, you’re not lookin’ in the right places,” he says. “‘M just sayin’ someone as smart as you has to have somethin’ someone will wanna take.”

“Yeah, well, don’t go holdin’ your breath on me, cowboy.”

“Why do you do that?” He asks suddenly and you stop to look at him.

“Do what?” You ask.

“Try and play it off whenever someone compliments you.” He says with glaring honesty. It sets you back in your heels but you quickly recover.

“You’ve only known me for a few hours. How do you know I’m not just incredibly humble?”

“I guess I don’t,” he says. “Could I buy you a drink and figure it out?” It could be the way he, somehow, sees right through you already or the way his brown eyes look in the sunlight but you can’t stop the butterflies in your stomach. You purse your lips together and dare a step closer to him.

“Tell you what, if you get an A on this paper, I’ll let you buy me a drink.” You say.

“And if I fail?” He asks and you shake your head.

“You won’t fail.”

“But what if I do?”

“If you do, you have to…” you search your brain. “Carry my backpack home for me for a week.”

“You drive a hard bargain, ma’am.”

“But I take it Joel Miller’s a bettin’ man.”

“See, smarter than you think.” He quips and you roll your eyes.

“One thing at a time, lover boy.”

Joel ends up getting the highest grade on his essay out of anyone in his class. Dr. Phillips commends his dedication to bettering his first draft and tells him to keep up the good work. “Whatever you did to change this, keep it up.” She says when she places his graded essay on his desk. When he presents the A to you at the writing center, all you can do is applaud him and smile.

“I told you you’d pass.” You say, poking at his firm chest.

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolls his eyes. “Maybe I just needed a little motivation.”

“Oh, yeah? What was that?”

“I think I was promised a date.” He says cheekily and you nod.

“You were, and my mama raised me to be a woman of my word,” you smile. “Jenny, do you mind closing up for me tonight?” You ask the receptionist and she shakes her head.

“Not at all, darlin’. Have a good night.” She winks at you when Joel turns his back and you stick your tongue out at her.

Say what you will about the writing center but you think a date with a broad, tall, handsome cowboy is the best thing that could’ve come out of that hell hole.

#college!joel au #college!joel #Joel Miller au #the last of us au #the last of us fluff #joel miller fluff #tlou fluff #joel miller x reader #joel miller one shot #joel miller the last of us #joel miller fic #joel miller drabble

[kings-writes]

Focus On Me

Focus On Me

Summery: NightOwl doesnt like the games you play

Fem!reader x Nightowl

CW: possessive Nightowl, jealousy, and you getting your back broken like a glow stick ft. some pet names, praising, and reader getting eaten out

Word Count: 2,191

A/N: damn im really pulling out my skills in this one- i never usually write smut but once again my love as asked and once again…how can i say no? <3 

Nightowl…well..he isn't happy.

Not. One. Bit. 

You two have been together for two years since the server and living together for one when he ran into a small problem. 

You pay attention to these dating sims more than him.

To you this is exaggerative, since you spend quite literally every second with him when he is home with you between your jobs, but to him? This was mutiny! 

Why was he upset thought?

Let me tell you, dear reader.

He had walked in, expecting your presence after a long day at work to kiss him as per routine- one he looked forward to, mind you- and you weren't here. It had been your day off and though he doesn't mind how you spend your time, he is getting increasingly pouty at the new hobby you have developed over the last couple of weeks- one that has him hearing you squeal and fawn over almost exclusively. 

You got your hands onto some dating sims. 

Now typically he can reign in the bitter taste of jealousy on his tongue, usually being dispelled by cuddle sessions and kisses that make him feel like he was in cloud nine, but you haven't noticed the pouts, the dramatic, exasperated sighs, not even the childish whine of your name got your attention. What was a man to do?

When you finally grace your forlorn boyfriend your attention, you smile, your eyes lighting up as you turned your computer screen to him. On screen was a game you spent most of your days on, Andromeda Six, and you excitedly prattled on about a character he cant recall- not when you looked absolutely awestruck by the roguish good-looks of some blue-eyes assassin in the game. The green-eyed monster in him that was supposed to be kept back broke off its leash. 

He will show you who deserves your attention more.

Nightowl stepped to you, unusually quiet, not that you noticed. Too sucked into your explanation, you didnt notice the dark look in his eyes, the set in his jaw and the furrow in his brow.

You didnt notice, that is, until his fingers brought your chin up, your cheeks flushing at the dark look in his eyes and he noticed when you rubbed your thighs together, a low chuckle on his lips. What happened to your boyfriend?

His fingers ran over your jaw and up to your hair, which he ran through before pulling you closer to him, lips brushing against yours. 

Oh did you fuck up if ever. You liked it.

Your shaky breath landed on his lips, eyes going from his to his own lips and back, liking this side of him. 

“You are mine- and I thought you knew I don't like to share.”

Before you could respond, his lips were pressed to yours, lips moving against his in slow movements. His hands dipped to your waist, a possessiveness in the way he grips you tightly, pulling you in close. He was always selfish with you- wanting your attention on him at all moments, and you were always willing to give it to him. 

He backed you up, cornering you into the wall and pressing you against it, your hips pressed against the wall and your head falling back with a dulled thud, not that you minded. Not when your boyfriend’s hands felt so good against you, leaving a trail of goosebumps down your back. 

He pulled back, panting against your lips as his brown eyes warmed you up, setting your cheeks red hot from the glint there. 

He pulled you to your shared room, pulling at your shirt the entire time. As he backed you up against the door, he pulled you back into a searing kiss, hands wandering over your body. He knew your body like the back of his hand, knew the ways to get you weak and muddled in seconds, and today he wanted you desperate. 

He opened the door and you two stumbled across the bedroom to your bed. The heat in the room was rising fast, yet the shudder when he pulled back felt cold without him there. He scooped you into his arms, gently tossing you onto the bed, in which he joined not even a minute later, straddling your waist and pushing up your shirt. His hands were warm tracing down your stomach, and the need knotting in your stomach is making you more than a little impatient. 

Nightowl constantly complimented you, was never one to leave you without a kiss and a compliment coming off his lips, and even now his habit continued. 

“You’re beautiful..” His brown eyes were softer, his voice a breathy whisper as he scanned over your face, his hands never stopping their traveling across your body. 

You were a sight to behold to him- cheeks pink, eyes wide and glassy when he stared into them, body reactive to his warm touch- you were a dream come true to him. As his hands trailed lower, over your lower stomach and over where you needed him most, thighs squeezing his hand. 

You were finding the feeling in your lower stomach was warming you, electric feelings shooting through you and stealing your breath. How could he manage to get you like this so easily? The way he stares at you, almost like you were nothing more than the tastiest dish he was ready to devour, and you were so into it. 

Nightowl pushed off your shirt, licking over his teeth at the expanse of skin he was going to mark up, marring the skin with his teeth, his fingers, all to prove you were his. 

His lips brushed along your jaw, the heat of his breath on you making you shiver, eyes fluttering shut as a noise left your throat, earning you a deep chuckle from him. 

“Thats my good girl- go ahead. Let them hear.”

You are sure by now your thighs were soaked. 

His lips pressed against the skin, sinking down to your neck, to which you felt the scrape of his teeth and you couldn't stop the stutter of your breath, caught by his ears. A smirk formed against you, teeth nipping against the expanse of your throat, small sucks and marks littering the unblemish canvas before him. His hands racked over your jeans, a trail blazing over you wherever his hands went, and you couldnt focus on either, allowing yourself to press against him, desperate. You needed more, you needed him.

“Nightowl- please, dont tease me like this.” Your voice was a hoarse whisper, one that was filled with need, and as he pulled back, he watched you with half-lidded eyes, raking over your flushed form. 

“I dont know, princess. I will see if you really deserve it.”

He went back to leaving a trail of marks, undoing your bra and tossing it somewhere in the shared room, not thinking twice about it.

His lips went straight to your nipple, tongue lathering the bud and teeth grazing the skin, a hand cupping the other one, thumb running over it. Your breathing picked up, chest pressing up to him as your hands raked through his hair, pulling him as close as you could. When he pulled away, you whined, which pulled a wolfish smirk to his lips. 

“Don’t worry, pet, I’ll make sure you feel good..after all, this body is all mine, right?”

The nod you gave him made him chuckle again.

He pulled back to take off his shirt, the dips of his chest making you lick over your lip, wanting to leave a few marks there yourself. You couldnt think anymore, however. Not when his fingers teased its way to unbuttoning your jeans and pushing them down, your thighs clamping shut at the exposure. You felt shy, like it was your first time. 

“No, no, my pretty pet..I dont think so.” He taunted, voice like silk as he parted your legs, kissing along your thigh. Your fingers twitched, at first lying uselessly at your side when he sat up, before finding its way back to his hair, your breathing ragged and pulling him closer, letting out heavy pants. He was teasing you, you were sure of it. 

He pulled back to peel your underwear off, the cold air hitting your wet core making you shiver. You watched him as he looked over your naked form, his eyes dark in want and possessiveness, a look you usually never see in him, but one that had you wanting more of it. 

He placed himself on his stomach, lips lining up and pressing them against you, causing you to suck in a breath. Your chest rose and fell with your pants, and they picked up as you felt his lips, his tongue pull out high whines and cries from your lips, each breathy as your hips pressed up to him, pulling him by his hair. 

He let out a low groan, eyes closed as he ate you out, almost like he was a starving man and you were the very definition of ambrosia if he could ever describe one. He has spent many a time between your legs, enjoying your helpless cries as you got pushed further and further over the edge. He loved the feeling of your hands in his hair, the desperate rolls of your hips, the way you look so thrown into pleasure because of HIM. He made you like this- he had you begging with stuttered breaths and wanton cries, and he knows he could bring you over the edge over and over so easily. Not today however. Today he will show you how good he could make you feel. 

You whined when he pulled away, hips twitching from how close he got you so fast. You could never deny he made you lose your breath so easily when he ate you out like that, how good he was with his tongue, and it has had you in the throws of pleasure so frequently. 

He sat up, your hands running over his chest before stopping at his pants, quickly unbuttoning the last few layers that kept him from being bare in front of you, your hands shaking as you sat up and helped him out of the heavy material. He pushed down his briefs, kicking them off and pinning you down to the bed, his dark eyes looking over you. 

“My pretty, good girl.” His voice, a husky whisper, had you clamping your thighs together, your breathing hitched. He had your attention and he knew it. He leaned to the side table, digging in it to grab a condom and some lube, and you used the time to run your eyes over him. 

His hair was sticking up in some places, face glistening from where he ate you out. Your thighs rubbed together at the thought, and he noticed. His hand gripped your thigh, parting them as he slid between them and putting on the condom, a low hiss on his lips while he poured the lube in his hands and rubbed over his cock. He looked up at you, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips. 

You threw a leg over his waist, pulling him closer and he laughed into your lips, a breathy sound before he pulled back and, with another peck, he sunk into your heat, a groan in his throat. You felt so good around him, the delicious warmth was making his head spin, and he needed more of you now. All his, all his to mark. To make pretty with glassy eyes and shaky fingers in his hair. 

You moaned, head falling back as your fingers dug into the planes of his shoulders, scratching down over his back as he started a quick, brutal pace, and you would scream if you could breathe. You felt hot- too hot, but in the best way as you let out warbling moans, pulled so deep in that you couldn't hear the words Nightowl was saying, barely making out the words ‘mine’ and ‘belong to me’ but you wouldn't have it any other way. He was right- you are his and he knew it so well. 

He went to finish up the marks he left on your throat, licking over a spot as he panted against the skin, teeth sinking into the skin and drawing light blood, marking you for him, for anyone who doesnt know that youre taken. They will know now.

You were squirming, the onslaught of pleasure too much, the punched out moans and the tears gathering at the corner of your eyes telling signs of your climax coming too soon, too quick, and as it rips through you, its just as powerful as his thrusts, his hand on your waist to keep you close. You blanked out for a second, mind reeling from the feeling, your hands gripping his sides. 

He loved being the one to make you feel like this, and he wasnt going to let you out of this room, determined to get you to respond like that again and again. And again. And again. After all…

You were all his. 

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never go out of style

josh jenkinson x stylist! reader

authors note: I had loads of fun with this one! this one is for the josh girlies. also its so fluffy, as all my stuff is, life is sad enough so my fics will probs always be soft lol !

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Tim trying to hide a cold from Ben, because he doesn’t want to seem weak. Ben ends up taking care of him and cooking him food

thank you for the rq :) ! i wanted to do rqs in order but i just had to do a fic for them. this one is my longest one yet, i hope you enjoy!

this is a snz kink fic! cw forrr passing out a little, coughing, fever, some mess nothing too heavy

Tim squinted against the light on his phone, slowly blinking his bleary eyes. He suppressed a groan. His hair was flat on one side, the other spiked up as if licked by a cat. He fumbled with the brightness setting for a moment, finger clumsily swiping down on the setting. His eyes focused on the notifications filling the screen.

dick: r we still on thsi weekend? ij ust got some new games i wanted to try 7:12 AM

steph: dont forget cass bday present 8:20 AM

ben: let me know when you're here : ) 8:24 AM

should i order something? we can split it 8:36 AM

where r u? 9:02 AM

hello? 9:03 AM

Tim sat up abruptly, the panic of being late hitting him in a rush. He ran a hand through his hair, checking the time on the corner of his phone.

9:13.

"Shit!"

He kicked off his blanket, scrambling out of bed. Nearly tripping as his blanket got caught on his heel, he braced his hand on the wall. His vision blurred, warping the walls around him.

Woah. Head rush.

He stumbled into the bathroom, fumbling for the light before flicking it on. Not only did he look like he'd been run over by a bus, the dark circles under his eyes were prominent and unflattering. Great. He combed his hair down, taking his toothbrush out of its stand to squeeze an accidental oversized glob of toothpaste onto it. Spitting quickly, he rinsed his mouth before patting his face with a towel. He looked at the unfolded load of laundry on his bed, deciding on a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. The shirt looked big on him, successfully hiding his lean frame. He typed a quick message to his boyfriend: so sorry. i didnt forget i slwpt in. ill be right therr.

Tucking his phone into his back pocket, he fumbled around his kitchen drawer for his wallet and keys. His search slowed momentarily, his fingers distractedly feeling around the random items inside. After a pause, he turned, his breath hitching dramatically as he directed a desperate sneeze into the crook of his elbow.

"hht-! heehh'sschhHH'IU!"

He fumbled for his keys another moment, swiped it along with a jacket next to the door, and was out of the apartment so fast the door slammed noisily behind him. He wanted to blame it on being a student. On not having slept, on an ever-worsening workload. But he was never one to make excuses, and at the end of the day, he'd messed up.

When he arrived, he looked around with growing worry only to see a few blonde hairs peeking from behind one of the booths. He jogged over, slightly out of breath — more from stress than anything.

"Ben," he breathed, "I am so, sorry."

The blonde looked startled, blue eyes wide as he observed the young man before him. He set his coffee down, the steam wafting upwards in long, swirling curves.

"That's okay..." he said slowly, noting the fatigue etched into Tim's expression. He blinked. It wasn't like Tim to be late. In fact, most of the time, he had a habit of arriving earlier than Bernard. This was the second time he'd been late in a few days, showing up looking like he'd survived an apocalypse. "Where were you?"

"I overslept," Tim slid into the booth, jacket in hand. "You didn't get my text?"

"Oh." Bernard turned his phone on, opening their conversation. "No...?" He turned the device towards Tim, showing nothing new in their chat history.

Tim opened his phone. He hadn't pressed send.

"Oh. Sorry," he cringed inwardly, exhaling slowly. He felt himself begin to come down from the initial panic of his hectic morning.

Bernard shook his head, running his thumb on the handle of his coffee mug. "You gonna get something to eat?"

Tim's mouth dropped into a small "o," opening a menu Bernard handed him. "I'm not really a breakfast person," he lied, his appetite non-existent. It wasn't a complete lie; he'd actually skipped breakfast for a few days now, having small lunches and even smaller dinners. He chalked it up to being busy, and not feeling hungry. Still, he pretended to scan it out of courtesy, before stealing a peek at the older man over the menu. The blonde looked relaxed, content, as if nothing in the world could dissuade him from having a good time. His cheeks were dusted with pink from exposure to the morning warmth, and the freckles dotting his nose paired handsomely with his cool blue eyes. Tim could have watched him forever. Instead, he shut the menu and ordered a coffee.

"So," Bernard blew on his cup before taking another sip, "what have you been up to? I didn't see you last week."

"Yeah, had to miss class because of something at work. Otherwise I would've been there," he assured. "It'll be the only time that happens. I'm not one to skip class."

"Consistent but not punctual," Bernard teased.

"Well — yes," Tim felt his face grow warm.

The two conversed easily, having similar interests and a hunger for learning. Bernard was friendly and good-natured — Tim was normally more reserved. Still, Bernard's easygoing personality made it easy for him to talk and honestly share his thoughts. As the minutes passed, Tim felt a terrible sting prick the inside of his nose, near the bridge. He mumbled a rushed "excuse me" before clearing his throat, trying to stave off the tickle by wiggling his nose. He tried to focus on Bernard's gentle voice, on making eye contact — but his nose refused to let him enjoy the moment, the tip of it twitching before his sharp inhale interrupted their conversation.

"iihhh! —DDShHHHe'eu!" Fortunately, he turned in time, covering the light mist with the back of his hand. His shoulders hunched slightly, he hitched again, delivering another, "heEH'DDShu-!"

"Oh! Bless you," Bernard laughed lightly, pushing a small stack of napkins towards Tim's side of the table. Tim appreciated the gesture but cringed at the way his upperclassman's eyes darted away at the spectacle.

"Thanks," Tim brought a napkin to his face, rubbing the less-than-soft material under his nostrils as lightly as possible. "Sorry, that one snuck up on me," he admitted, instantly regretting it.

"Don't worry about it. You catching a cold?"

Tim sniffled, pressing a curled finger to his damp septum. "No — must be dusty in here." He tried to clear his throat quietly. They enjoyed another hour or so, talking about their classmates, professors, and their upcoming exam.

A sharp buzz interrupted them, prompting Tim to check his phone.

"Damn, I told my friend I'd help him study for his calc class." He grabbed his jacket, putting it on as he tapped away on his phone.

Bernard checked his watch. "Yeah, I've got class in 30 so I should also get going," he rose slowly, slipping his phone into his pocket. His blonde bangs fell in front of his face as he leaned forward, lips pursing as he tapped his knuckles on the table in an adorable gesture. "I'll see you tomorrow," he smiled down at Tim. "Professor Blake says we're watching a movie tomorrow, so don't forget to bring a pillow."

Tim laughed, shaking his head.

"See you in class."

• • •

"Having a lecture at seven in the morning should be considered a crime," Bernard grumbled quietly.

Tim bent in the seat beside him, pulling his notebook out of his bag. He was genuinely surprised at Bernard's outward distaste for the hour, as he was used to the older man being oddly cheery in the mornings.

"At least it's not calculus," he responded.

"Very true," Bernard gently tapped the butt of his pen on his desk.

Five minutes into the documentary, Tim could feel his nose beginning to run. The cold air had effectively irritated his nose, making his sinuses produce more mucus. It'd be fine if it didn't tickle so much on its way down. But it did, unbearably so. He sniffled as quietly as possible, trying to keep the itch at bay. No dice.

"huuh'SHHhww!"

"Bless," Bernard whispered.

Tim thanked him, turning away as his breath caught for another sneeze. "heeh'DSHHhhew!" He twitched his nose, trying to quell the overwhelming tickle burrowing deeper into his nose. He pulled the collar of his hoodie over his nose, his hand trembling with anticipation. "—XGT!" It squeaked pitifully, and he saw stars behind his eyes from holding it in. "Hhuhh," he sighed through his mouth, worn. He felt something tap his knee.

Bernard was holding a small package of tissues, offering them to him with a small smile. He almost looked embarrassed for him.

"Thank you," he took them gratefully, feeling another one coming on. He snapped his head to the side, aiming a soft "CHSSSHT-!" towards the floor. "Bless me," he mumbled.

Mercifully, the movie ended ten minutes early. Tim had already put his notebook and pens into his bag, hoping to leave the second it ended.

"Before you leave," the professor announced, "tomorrow I will begin reviewing for the exam. Make sure to read the chapters you were assigned before coming to class. You are dismissed."

Tim sighed, the exhale igniting an itch in his throat. He coughed into his elbow, the pressure in his sinuses angrily shifting with his coughs. He pinched the bridge of his nose, turning when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Bless you. Some allergies, huh?" Bernard smiled softly.

"hh-! Yeah," he smiled back tiredly.

It was going to be a long week.

• • •

His body's shutdown began around eleven at night. He'd only been on patrol for a couple hours, but his reaction times were getting worse all the same. A persistent ache had spread from his shoulders to his limbs and back, the cold air only making it worse. After a particularly painful climb up to a neighboring roof, he wisely turned in for the night, resolving to resume his duties the following evening. It wasn't normal for him to give in so easily, but he suspected the progress of a slight fever, and it was beginning to rain.

It would have been the first wise decision he'd made in weeks.

"Tim, you gonna eat?" His friend had put a hand on his shoulder to command his attention. The encounter was a little awkward, as Tim had never known his friend to express concern about something as simple as eating. "Let's get something quick before you go to your next class." 

"I had a big lunch," Tim had smiled. "Don't worry about me, I'll probably stop somewhere on the way home."

Make no mistake, Tim was sharp, educated — intelligent. This only sometimes translated into smart habits or wise decisions. While he never wanted to push himself beyond his limits, his dismissal of his body's boundaries had finally landed his immune system in survival mode — there were no more boundaries to push. He would no longer have the luxury of putting others before himself, juggling work, college, and crime-fighting at the same time. He would have to be forced into a complete stop.

Tim grunted as he pulled his window open, the cold air stiffening his fingers. He crawled through it, half-heartedly closing it behind him, taking in the darkness of his room. He strolled slowly due to the unbelievable body ache spanning his entire body. He padded softly into the bathroom, gingerly peeling off his suit as he groaned, skin warm from patrol. He didn't even want to think about going to his 8 AM. At the moment, he was shaking despite sweating in his suit near the night's end. The cold air had encouraged his headache to spread from his ears to his temples, eventually migrating to the rest of his head. Gently pushing his hair out of his face, he could no longer ignore the weight of exhaustion clinging to his limbs. He blinked at his reflection for a moment, mind hazy. His face was flushed, and the stupid bathroom light was hurting his eyes. He flicked it off, his fingers searching for his toothbrush in the dark.

He'd definitely underestimated how much he needed to sleep. Never one to make excuses, his dedication had quickly worked to his detriment. His immune system had finally given out, too used to running on fumes for him to notice in time for the great shutdown. He was strong, but a combination of stress and sickness had attacked his body from the inside out, rendering him useless. He'd been around a few sick classmates, so it was bound to happen at some point, but he'd still been hoping to narrowly escape the nasty flu going around campus.

He gripped the edge of the sink with one hand, tremors wracking his weakened body.

Dragging himself to his bed, he managed to pull the blanket halfway up to his torso before a particularly bad shiver coursed through him.

"huhHh'ppsSChhHH!"

His grip on the blanket tightened, droplets sloppily aimed over his shoulder. Even at their loudest, Tim's sneezes were airy, almost contained — the vocal parts not coming from deep in his chest but rather a rush of air struggling against his vocal cords. Usually, he actively struggled against the buildup, then surrendered to the release. But his struggling immune system had dulled his senses, making a simple sneeze a messy ordeal. The itchy expulsion had only served to mount more pressure onto his headache, and he sucked in a breath, shifting with pain. He breathed through his mouth, soft, feverish pants the only way to get in enough air. Even lying on his back, his nose was stuffed and cold, a thick stream of mess beginning to run down onto his cupid's bow. He spent no more than a few minutes tossing and turning before succumbing to his body's exhausted misery.

• • •

Bernard turned a little in his seat, glancing at the time. 8:17. Tim wasn't in his seat. Bernard sighed inwardly, pulling out his phone. He opened their conversation, sending a quick "you coming?" before slipping it back into his book bag. The lecture passed agonizingly slow, Bernard taking notes here and there while doodling lines on the side of his notebook every few minutes. At the back of his mind, he felt worried — but he convinced himself Tim had likely slept in again, and he was overthinking it. Finally, the clock hit 9:15, and the other students began to loudly put their books away as a sign for the professor to close out the lecture. Ben couldn't help himself — he refreshed his messages. Nothing. Gathering his notes, he decided to stop by Tim's apartment. Just to leave the notes for the day.

Bernard had been to his apartment before, but only to drop off some — stuff, not that it mattered. Tim had gifted him a key to his place, but Bernard had never used it, or had felt the need to use it. He'd never wanted to push the boundaries of their relationship and had left options open to Tim whenever he needed time or space. Bernard realized he might not even be home.

He knocked, his knuckles tapping a loud rhythm on the door.

He waited for a moment, having met no answer.

Another knock, louder this time around.

Nothing.

He took out his keys, easily finding the one to Tim's apartment. His stomach turned nervously. He'd never taken the initiative in this way. After a moment of hesitation, he steadied himself, reminding himself of old thoughts on Tim's ordinarily calm demeanor. Tim trusted him. That should be reason enough.

He stuck the key inside the keyhole, opening the door just enough to peek inside and survey the room's contents. Nothing out of the ordinary, a few textbooks on a table, a jacket left on the sofa. He stepped inside quietly.

"Tim?" He pushed the hood of his sweater back and shook his head a little, his soft hair damp and cold. A few wandering steps, and he tried again: "Tim? Anyone home?"

An unsurprising silence followed.

Bernard sighed, disappointed. He really wasn't home. Finals were soon, there was only so much else that could be more important than reviewing for upcoming exams.

Where could he be?

He wanted to avoid snooping around, and there was no point in sticking around if Tim wasn't going to be home anytime soon. Shivering, he put his hood back on, the thick material thoroughly cold from the outside air. He turned and opened the handle with pale fingers. His hands had warmed up being inside, but going back out into the cold would likely kill any feeling in his fingers. Absentmindedly, he wished he'd brought mittens.

kffh—!

The sound of a soft, congested cough made him freeze. He bent to remove his boots and quickly pulled off his sweater, leaving it on the sofa next to Tim's.

He quietly walked over to his boyfriend's room, finding Tim's slim frame turned away from him, tufts of hair poking out from under a singular blanket. The window was open, not a lot, but enough to let too much of the night's damp air in. He frowned. Had it been open all night? He shut it closed. He cautiously circled the bed, not wanting the young man to panic if — or rather when he found out someone uninvited had come into his home. Kneeling to get a better look at him, he found this wouldn't have been an issue anyway, as the poor man was knocked out cold. He didn't move when Bernard knelt and brushed his sweaty bangs out of his face. His normally pale cheeks were pink, lips parted, an unpleasant rumbling coming from the middle of his chest when he breathed.

"Tim," he called gently, voice smooth and clear. He pulled the blanket back a little before placing his cool fingers on Tim's forehead. His brows drew together. Tim was exceptionally warm, his soft pants warm on Ben's other hand. Still, he managed to look handsome despite... he let his mind wander for a moment before snapping back to the present. "Timmy," he shook the fevered man's shoulder. "Hey, can you hear me?"

Tim's eyes opened a crack, glassy, unrecognizing. They slipped back closed.

Fuck. That's not good.

Bernard pulled the blanket off, revealing Tim's body clothed in shorts and a t-shirt. The young man shivered, then coughed miserably, the quick fit leaving him panting in the aftermath.

"Oh, Tim..." The wheezes tugged at his heart.

He rose determinedly, walking to the kitchen for a glass of water. Pulling the freezer open, he found some ice, a box of frozen waffles, a bag of peas... He was definitely running low in the frozen department. He opened the refrigerator instead. Not much in there either. Guilt gnawed at his stomach. He tried not to blame himself for not seeing it coming, for not encouraging Tim to eat more. He shut the door. No time for that. Right now, he needed to get some food into Tim's system. Some fluids, a fever reducer, or two. He opened a few cabinets and miraculously located two cans of chicken noodle soup. He grimaced. If it were up to him, he'd make the real thing from scratch. But he didn't want to leave Tim alone, and there was nothing to work with in the kitchen. It'd have to wait. He brought a glass of water back with him and set it down on Tim's nightstand.

He moved to the bathroom, pulling a small washcloth off the rack placed against the wall. Running it under the cool water from the faucet, he opened the mirror's door and scanned the small bottles inside. His eyes landed on the ibuprofen, and he nearly breathed a sigh of relief. It would work for the time being. He wrung the cloth out and folded it neatly before returning to Tim's room, setting the pill bottle beside the water. Circling back around the bed, he knelt on one knee, placing the washcloth on Tim's forehead. Tim shifted, a soft moan coming from the back of his throat, making Bernard click his tongue with worry.

"I know, it's okay..."

After what felt like the longest fifteen minutes of his life, he poured the chicken soup into a bowl, blowing on it gently as the steam came up. The bedroom was eerily quiet as he sat on the edge of the bed and steadily continued to blow on the liquid.

"Tim, I need you to eat a little," Ben coaxed. "Please," he added. "Just enough for you to take a little medicine. Can you hear me?" He moved the plate a little closer, steam wafting closer to his patient's face.

Tim's nostrils flared, the tip of his nose pink. "EeH'SSHHUu!..."

Ben felt a light mist on his fingers holding the spoon. "Bless you," his small smile made its way into his voice. He lifted the spoon to his mouth, tasting it to make sure. "Tim. Could you get up for me?"

The blue eyes opened a little, silently regarding the bowl. He opened his mouth, voice hoarse and tired. "I'll do it as soon as I can..." he trailed off, eyes slipping closed once more.

"What?" Unease pricked the back of Bernard's neck. He wasn't making sense.

"Mmh," the young man panted, raising himself from the bed with a shaky arm.

Bernard fed him a spoonful, eyeing him worriedly.

"Cold in here," the washcloth peeled off his forehead, falling onto his lap.

"I know, I'm sorry," Ben humored him, taking the opportunity to feed him a few more spoonfuls while he was sitting up. He grabbed the ibuprofen container and shook a pill out, unable to remember if the dosage called for one or two. After observing the little container for another moment, he found his answer. Just one. Two, if the fever persisted or worsened. He hoped it wouldn't come to that. Tim's eyes remained closed, and Bernard gently put the pill to his boyfriend's lips. Tim accepted the small caplet, swallowing it as he was handed a cup of water. He drank a few gulps before Bernard took the cup from him and lifted the cloth to place it back on his forehead.

Tim gasped quietly, and Bernard's heart skipped a beat. "hahH'SSHHUu!!" He sneezed uncovered, his body attempting to reject all foreign assailants.

"Bless you," Bernard murmured a gentle blessing before kissing his forehead.

• • •

The medicine finally started to make a dent in his condition.

Hours passed, and Bernard had accepted the responsibility of alternating between fever reducers, upping Tim's dose to two ibuprofen when possible. Regularly changing the washcloth on his face, the young man had settled into a routine and kept it up into the evening. He'd even successfully roused Tim enough to take his temperature, and it had improved from an unsettling 102.7 to a better 101.6. At some point, Bernard had wondered if he should take Tim to the emergency room. He decided to wait for the time being, hoping that his fever would break by (preferably) the next day. He couldn't help but feel at fault for how bad Tim had gotten within a matter of days. He'd ignored the signs, relished in Tim's hitching sneezes, and stupidly believed the ridiculous excuse of having allergies. Through the night, he diligently continued his routine with the ibuprofen, finally dozing off at an unhealthy four in the morning. He'd only been asleep for an hour before a hacking set of coughs startled him awake. Pushing himself off the sofa, he walked into the bedroom to find Tim curled into himself, coughs wracking his body. The damp cloth had slid down onto his pillow. Ben approached him worriedly, feeling his forehead for any improvement. It didn't seem like he'd gotten too much better, but at the very least, it didn't feel worse. Tim leaned into his touch, lashes fluttering as he opened his eyes. Bernard smiled and slowly moved his hand to cup his face, running a rough thumb along Tim's cheek. It was almost as if Tim was looking through him, unable to keep his eyes open long enough to really see anything in front of him. Bernard felt him shift, his nose scrunching up with irritation.

"—ISSHHHEEUU!"

He sneezed feverishly, the spray from the tickly explosion landing on the palm of Bernard's hand and wrist.

The blonde's breath caught, his surprise speaking for him: "Trying to get those germs out, hm?"

Tim responded with another hitching breath, shoulders tensing as the vocal buildup took over his body. "hhuh- hh, hH! hHg’zCHHuu- ahh-GSSCHHuu!!..." The thick spray coated the side of the bed, getting on Ben's arm in the process. He was wracked with another full-bodied tremor, his immune system working hard to mitigate his temperature.

"Bless you, handsome," Bernard tucked Tim's hair behind his ear, planting a kiss on his nose.

"—hHHR'hHSSHHhw!"

"Sorry."

• • •

Halfway into day three, Tim's fever had finally started to come down. Which was a massive relief because Bernard had been this close to taking him to the ER. He hadn't been eating or drinking enough for who knows how long, and Bernard wasn't going to cut it close.

Tim awoke to a snoring Bernard, mild chuffs of air worsened by his position in the chair he'd pulled up next to his bed. Tim groaned as he sat up a little, a dull headache still throbbing behind his eyes. He tried to gather his thoughts. He vaguely remembered someone whispering to him, encouraging him, reading out loud every so often. He felt around his bed, finding the edge, gripping it with the little bit of energy he had.

Bernard stirred, sitting up a little. His tired blue eyes focused on the thin man attempting to get up from the bed.

Keyword attempting.

Bernard rose from his seat, whispering a quick jesus christ. His eyebrows drew together. Tim exited his bed, pushing himself up with an unsteady arm. His head swam, and he stumbled forward, mind blank from the complete lack of nutrients in his stomach.

"Shit, you're okay," Bernard caught him, strong arms supporting him in a welcome embrace.

"Hn. Sorry," Tim felt his voice vibrate against Bernard's shirt, wavering from lack of use.

"Nothing to be sorry for." Bernard pulled back, kissed his forehead. "How are you feeling?"

The vigilante grimaced, eyes slowly taking in his environment. "Better," he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just tired, I think."

"Mmm," Bernard felt his forehead. "You're not as warm as before. That's good. You hungry?"

"A little..."

"Perfect," he held a hand out, and Tim took it gratefully, "I'm gonna make you the best chicken noodle soup you've ever had."

• • •

After eating, Bernard encouraged Tim to return to bed, insisting he catch up on the many hours he'd lost during the semester. Tim, in no shape to argue, reluctantly agreed. After settling into bed, though, his nose made it difficult to comfortably rest; the spices in the food and the warm steam made his nose run. Bernard turned the light in the hallway off, slipping into bed with his boyfriend. Tim turned away from him, putting a hand over his eyes.

"I don't want to get you sick," he worried quietly.

Bernard said nothing, breathing quietly. They lay silent, Tim feeling the mood in the air change.

"What were you thinking?" Bernard kept his voice level.

"I don't know. That I could manage, I guess." He massaged the bridge of his nose, sniffling.

"You didn't," Bernard countered.

"I... I know." He swallowed. "I'm sorry."

The blonde turned, wrapping an arm around Tim's torso. He pressed a kiss to the man's shoulder. "I don't want you to be sorry. I.. want you to know you can rely on me. It's why I'm here." He sighed as if figuring out what he wanted to say. "I want you to trust me." His voice rumbled close to Tim's ear, warm breath tickling his neck.

Tim shivered.

"I do trust you."

"I missed which part of that was you 'trusting me.' Was it when you didn't tell me, or when you lied about not being hungry?" There was no bite behind his words, no judgment. Only an unwavering gentleness, understanding. Tim opened his mouth to reply, but the inhale he took tickled his already irritated nasal passages.

"hh- hhgod, h’IHshhTchhuu-! EI’IISSHHooo!!”

"Bless you." Bernard felt the younger man's shoulders jolt with every sneeze, unable to hold them back.

"snnf-! hheh, ugh." Tim threw his hand up in surrender, dropping it onto the bed frustratedly as he geared up for another sneeze.

"Bless you," Bernard felt Tim's stomach rise and fall with every desperate inhale.

"Can't hh, bless mbe! HG'kjsSHIEU!! AHHdj'shhieooo!" His lips were shiny with spit, and his nose streamed onto his bottom lip. The rims of his nostrils were pink, flaring erratically as he sneezed openly down his shirt, getting Bernard's arm in the process. "Fuck," Tim covered with a shaky hand, spraying it with every helpless expulsion.

"NG'EIGSHHHH!... EHTt'TSSSCHHiieu! Mh," he groaned tiredly.

"That's it, just let them out," Bernard coaxed.

"EpHT'TSSCHHiiu!"

"Bless you, tickly," He teased, lifting Tim's shirt a little, snaking his soft hand under to trace circles on his boyfriend's firm stomach. He brushed his lips on Tim's neck, and Tim gasped, shuddering into another sneeze.

"hhueEhH'GGSSH'UU!"

"Ope, bless you."

Tim coughed, feeling the fit come to a merciful end. "You're gonna get sick," he sighed tiredly.

"Almost wish I minded. Now stop worrying, get some rest."

"Hmm," Tim exhaled sleepily. "Thanks for being here."

"Always."

#sneezeblr #sneezefic #snzfic #snz blog #sneeze kink #cold sneezes #snzblr #i havent weeded out a few things but ill get to it soon #finals are upon us

[kingcunny]

🦄 for the dance era targaryens

🦄 - Characters' physical appearance

dance era targs (roughly) oldest to youngest

rhaenys. tanned/olive skintone. takes more after jocelyn than aemon, but got aemons pale lilac eye color. not buff, but toned, swimmers build almost. when i read f&b for a sec i misinterpreted rhaenys “hair streaked with white” line as not referencing her age, but as poliosis.

and i think thats a really cool look for her so im keeping it :) if i can get a little anime with it, its reversed in laena and laenor. silver hair with black streaks.

daemon . more silver than gold. pale skin. pale purple eyes. looks just alyssa, big ears, crooked gap-tooth smile. but didnt get her curly hair or freckles. strong but also not built, lithe. for Some Reason having facial hair makes daemon want to die 🤔 so hes obsessive about staying clean shaven no matter where he is. notible then, that while he was hanging around harrenhal waiting for aemond to show up he hadnt shaved in weeks.

rhaenyra . takes more after viserys than aemma, but cooler coloring than him. silver>gold. rich purple eyes. wavy/curly hair. she also got alyssas silly ears and smile through viserys, as well as his sense of fashion. dresses in dramatized valyrian style, not at all historically accurate but looks sick as fuck. canon traits: fat, big nose, long braid, lots of jewelry.

aegon ii and helaena both take more after viserys, aemond and daeron after alicent.

aegon ii . flushed, bloated, alcoholic face. yall know that bit in the beginning of disco elysium when harry stumbles into the bathroom and starts groping his face talking about how much it sucks and how badly it hurts? aegon2s daily morning routine. sallow skin. gold>silver. tries to grow a mustache to look like viserys but he managed to dodge both viserys and ottos facial hair genes, ends up with a little pencil stache. canon trait?: fat

helaena . shorter. rounder face and softer features. pale purple eyes. freckles. crooked gap-toothed smile. wavy/curly hair. canon trait?: fat

aemond . tallest out of anyone here. skinny and lanky. not an ounce of muscle or fat on him. silver>gold. cooler skin tone. freckles?

daeron . i know the book says daeron had the valyrian look but i like thinking that he DIDNT. and thats why he got sent away to military school oldtown. hes kinda fucking with the greens whole “rhaenyra is a SLUT just LOOK at her children its obvious :/“ ive been picturing him with brown hair (from alicent) and purple eyes, but i saw this one fanart where he had the silver hair but green eyes and that looked really cool too. tan skin, freckles. shorter, but strong. curly hair.

baela and rhaena are fraternal twins, not identical. (baela wishes they were identical) they take more after laena than daemon. im kinda thinking about having one of them inherit laenas reverse poliosis, but im not such which. i do think it should be only one of them though.

baela . black/mixed. stockier build. i like the idea of her having short box braids, with the beaded ends. or short twists, especially in this half up style. feels very baela. likes to wear pants+dress like a man. light green/mint jewelry for moondancer, but otherwise doesnt really like to dress up. crooked smile.

rhaena . black/mixed. long goddess/butterfly locs. hair usually done up. always a bunch of jewelry and accessories in her hair. soft flowing fabrics, pastel colors. pink for mo(u)rning, maybe she also wears green for moondancer. lots of jewelry.

jacaerys . out of all of rhaenyras children, including aegon3 and vis2, jace is the one that looks the most like her. little brown haired boy version of nyra. has the valyrian nose if not the colors. wavy hair, not as curly as luke+joffs. darker skin. tall but bad posture so he looks shorter than he is. purpleish brown eye color. able to gain the most muscle.

aegon iii . very skinny. pale, sallow skin, deep set eyes, dark eye bags. straight, lank, hair. cutting scars on his chest. silver>gold but barely even silver, more white. also got alyssas gap toothed smile, but he never smiles so you wouldnt know it. essentially looks like a living ghost. canon traits?: purple eyes so dark they look black.

viserys ii . gold>silver. tan skin. freckles? curly hair. chubby and shorter.

if anyones not mentioned here its either because they died as a child and i dont have any strong opinions about their appearance or i forgor

#i went to school with a kid that had poliosis on his eyelashes and i thought it was soosooooo pretty which is why my mind jumped to that #whoopsie i asked for these and then forgot to answer them #talking about my hcs for character appearances is interesting #cause i have aphantasia (cant visualize the apple) #so while i have hcs for specific aspects of characters appearances i cant actually. Visualize what they look like to me #when i read its all more or less vague indeterminate shapes #asks #ask meme #championsofthejust

[kindnessisweakness2]

Delusional - Part 18

After a week of planning, the day of the fundraiser for the local high schools new music block finally arrived. As usual Delaney was running around like a headless chicken trying to get everything on Gemma’s list. Jax, Clay, Opie and Tig were picking up the last shipment of guns and storing them in the warehouse Juice found them out on the border of the Wahiwah. And the rest of the members were helping Gemma set up the stalls. Everyone had been so busy trying to sort out the new arrival of this ATF bitch and the problems she brought with her, Delaney and Jax still hadnt got round to celebrating their new engagement. Oh dont get me wrong no body had missed the Gigantic rock on the left hand of Jax Teller’s Old Lady. And both Delaney and Jax were all over each other the second they got the chance, even Gemma walking in on the couple at one point. They were totally obsessed with eachother, They just hadnt had the chance to throw a party/ annocuncement yet. 

Delaney sighed in frustration as she looked at the Que at the checkout. Why was it always busy when your in a rush? “Oh fancy seeing you here!” Delaney rolled her eyes as she recognized the voice instantly. Turning around Delaney plastered a smile on her face that was clearly fake. “Tara.” Tara’s face twisted at the uninterested tone in Delaney’s voice. “How’s Jax? Havent seen him around.” Delaney smirked, “Oh my Fiance?” She questioned purposely lifting her left hand and flipping her hair. “You wouldnt have seen him around much. We’ve been real busy.” The smirk on Delaney’s face grew wider as Tara’s face fell quickly. “Your engaged?” Nodding her head and sighing dramatically Delaney couldnt help but enjoy this moment abit more than she should. “Yeah. I still cant believe he popped the question so quickly. He’s such a romantic. All over me any chance he gets. We’re just so happy together.” Tara’s face fell deeper into a frown with every word that passed from Delaney’s lips. Hearing how happy they were together is the last thing she wanted to know. Jealousy was clear to read on Tara’s face as she rolled her eyes at the soon to be Mrs Teller and made her way to the furthest checkout in the store. Delaney being the petty person she was couldnt help but call out to the scorned ex-girlfriend, sarcasm dripping from every word. “Dont be a stranger now Tara! I’m sure we will see you at the fundrasier today.”  Turning back to the counter, Delaney unloaded her cart. Damn, She really was turning in to gemma. 

Less than an hour later, everything was finally ticked off of Gemma’s list. Sighing with relief, Delaney finally sat down at the bar in a quiet clubhouse. Everyone was setting up at the school field, But with it being a Friday the usual party also needed setting up. Delaney volunteered hoping it would give her 30 mins peace. She’s felt so tired the last few days. With all the trouble from club and all the worry its no wonder she feels like she could sleep for days. The sound of the door slamming open made her jump in her seat, her heart hammering in her chest. “Sorry Baby. Didnt mean to make you jump.” The sound of Jax’s voice calmed her instantly. Smiling up at him as he wrapped his arms around her, She couldnt help but question how she got so lucky. “You ok?” Jax asked worriedly as he brought his thumb up to caress the dark circles under her eyes. “Yeah. Im just tired. I worry too much about everyone. Been waking up in the middle of the night feeling sick so I'm not sleeping well. It's just anxiety baby it'll pass." Delaney smiled up at her soon to be husband as she lifted her hand to smooth the frown lines on his forehead. "I knew something was wrong when I kept waking up to you leaving our bed. Your going to the doctor Laney." Jax pulled his phone from his pocket but before he could dial the doctors office Delaney pulled it from his hands and placed it on the bar. Standing from the bar stool she was sat on a grin spread across her lips as she gripped Jax's kutte. "I know what will make me feel better." She spoke softly before capturing his lips with hers. Jax smiled down at his fiance as he let her push him backwards until the leather of his Kutte hit the double doors of the club meeting room. "You are insatiable woman." Delaney grinned against the soft skin of his neck. "That's right Teller. Just can't get enough of you." Reaching out behind her Fiance, she forced the doors to the meeting room open and made her way inside. Leaning against the large Oak table with the detailed carving of the reaper, her mischevious eyes met his. "Tell me how good it would be to bend me over this table?" Delaney made her way around to Jax's VP chair, her eyes never leaving his as she spoke. "Or to make me ride you in your chair. Every time you sit in it, your brain giving you flashbacks of me writhing on top of you." Not being able to help himself anymore, Jax sat down in his chair and pulled her to sit astride him. “I love you.” Delaney smiled as she looked down at her fiance, his cheeks light pink and eyes full of lust. How this man even took a second glance at her, nevermind fall in love with her, she would never know. But he did. He was hers. And that filled Delaney with more emotion than she would ever be able to show. “I love you, more than you’ll ever know Teller.” So she showed him, just how much he made her crazy, just how much love and lust he filled her with. Right there, in his VP Chair. In the private room, where no random crow eater or any other insignificant woman had had a piece of her man, she gave Jax a memory he would never forget. No, going forward every time her man sat in that chair he would be reminded just what his old lady could do. 

“There you are! I was getting ready to send a goddamn search party! Your asses are 2 hours late.” Gemma scolded Jax and Delaney as they finally made their way to her food stand. Crossing her arms over her chest as she examined the flustered pair, it didnt take a rocket scientist to work out why they were late. Jax smiled cheekily at his mother as he flung his arm over Delaney’s shoulder. “Sorry Ma, Just cant keep my hands off my beautiful fiance.” God, he would never get tired of saying that. Delaney flushed red as a smirk crossed Gemma’s face. “Yeah Yeah, get your fine ass in that booth sweetheart im swamped.” Delaney stood on her tip toes to kiss Jax gently and headed for the booth to start serving. A few minutes later, when the que for Gemma’s famous Chilli died down, Delaney knew the interrigation from her future mother in law would start. “Y’know if you keep letting him hit it like that you’ll be knocked up before you know it. Bare foot and swollen will be your new normal, Jax wants a football team baby. Always has.” Gemma didnt waste any time. Straight to the point, as she always was. At the mention of babies, her heart panged painfully in her chest. If she was strong enough, if she protected it, they would already have one. And she lives with that guilt every day. If only she had been better. Tears filled her eyes at the thought of what she had lost. What Jax unknowingly lost because of her. Her eyes drifted across the green and locked on her smiling fiance as he played with Opie’s son, Kenny. He would be an amazing dad. Sensing the atmosphere in the booth change and seeing the tears fall down Delaney’s face so quickly had Gemma feeling instantly guilty. “I’m sorry baby.” The look on her face told Delaney she genuinely meant the apology. Shaking her head, She sniffled lightly and tried to dry her still flowing tears. “It’s okay. It’s just me. Over-emotional me.” Delaney wiped her hands on her jeans as she tried to steady her breathing, eyes still locked on Jax as he now held Ellie while talking to Donna. “I’m gonna go for a walk. I just need a minute. I’ll be back by the time the band starts.” High tailing it out of the booth, Delaney made her way into the high school and headed for the bathrooms. She needed as far away from Gemma and her foot in mouth syndrome as she could get. 

After hiding in the bathroom for 10 Minutes, Delaney realised that she couldnt avoid this, as much as she wanted to. She needed to suck it up and stop being so touchy. Knowing Gemma didnt make her comment with malace, Delaney couldnt hold it against her. She didnt know what was going on with her emotions just lately but the drop of a tea spoon could have her crying. Stress really did fuck with your brain. Running cold water over her face to hide the redness, she made her way back towards the booth Gemma and now half the club occupied. Her eyes landed on a frantic Queen B, as she got closer. “Whats wrong gem?” Gemma shook her head in frustration, “The fucking band is running late. Unser is stalling everyone with the raffle but we have no entertainment for atleast 30 mins.” Delaney shrugged, “Maybe tell people theres been a Delay? Refreshment break before the fireworks?” Gemma rounded on her, not even listening to her suggestion. “Wait, you dance right? Jax’s always going on about how amazing you are. You’ll do a performance.” Her eyes widened in fear. “What? No! i cant! i dont perform, i just do classes. Really im not that good, Jax is just being supportive.” Gemma waived her hand still not listening to a word she said. “Unser will announce you in 5 mins. Meet you by the stage.” Delaney groaned in frustration. Gemma really was an Asshole when she wanted to be. Making her way across the green, anxiety twisted her stomach in knots and threatened to make he heart jump from her chest. Coming to a stop infront of the stairs that lead to the stage, Delaney shook her head. There was no way she could dance on that stage with how bad the floor was. One wrong move and she would break her neck. What the fuck was she meant to do?

"And now! Please put your hands together for an exclusive performance from our very own Delaney Carter!!" As she ascended the stairs and made her way towards the microphone, her eyes scanned the crowd for the one person she needed to get through this. And she found him at the back stood with Gemma, his blonde hair tucked under a Reaper Crew Cap and confusion twisted on his face. Clearing her throat, Delaney grabbed the Mic and took a deep breath trying to swallow back the vomit in her throat. "So our band has been delayed and I've been given the job of entertaining you all. As most of you know, nobody gets away with telling my future mother in law no." The laughter from the crowd helped ease her nerves slightly. "Dancing is the only talent I really have but this stage is not the safest thing and I don't really perform. So I'm gonna do something I haven't in years, I'm gonna sing you a song."

Jax Watched as Delaney Nervously shuffled her feet as Unser pressed play on the speakers. He had never heard her sing. No one really had, but when the music started to play loudly and her voice drifted out over the crowd seamlessly he couldnt help but let his mouth drop open. Her voice. He couldnt describe it, but he was in Awe. 

Hold up Hold on Don't be scared You'll never change what's been and gone May your smile Shine on Don't be scared Your destiny may keep you warm

Jax watched as everyone around them started to drift along to the very popular song. It was one of his faveorites and he couldnt believe how fucking amazing she sounded singing it. 

'Cause all of the stars have faded away Just try not to worry You'll see them some day Take what you need And be on your way And stop crying your heart out Get up (Get up) Come on (Come on) Why you scared? (I'm not scared) You'll never change what's been and gone

His eyes never left her. “Shes Fucking amazing!” Gemma commented from next to him, but she sounded so distant. Delaney had his full focus. He didnt even register Tara coming to stand next to him.

Where all of the stars have faded away Just try not to worry You'll see them some day Just take what you need And be on your way And stop crying your heart out (When all of your stars) were faded away Just try not to worry You'll see them some day Just take what you need And be on your way Stop crying your heart out Stop crying your heart out Stop (Crying your heart out), stop now Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Stop crying your heart out Ah, ooh, ooh, oh

Jax smiled widely and all of the guys started to Scream and hollar over the sounds of the clapping in support of Delaney’s Performance. Without a backwards glace, Jax rushed towards the stairs of the stage to meet Delaney as she came down. Red faced and a mixture of embarrassment and shocked that people enjoyed her singing, She laughed loudly as Jax lifted her up and spun her around, Kissing her deeply and telling her how well she did. Gemma watched with a big smile as her son held his fiance tightly. She couldnt explain how it felt to finally see him happy. “Wow. How can i compete with that?” Tara’s comment made Gemmas smile instantly drop. The angry momma bear rounded on the scorned Ex girlfriend who nearly ruined her sons life. “You Cant. Bottom Line, you cant compete when you dont compare.” Taras face instantly turned red at the insult. 

“Take this as your friendly warning sweetheart. Stay away from my family, Or i’ll cut your little tits off.” And with that, like nothing was ever said out of turn. Gemma strolled towards the happy couple, with Tara watching from afar. Scorned. Hurt. And downright pissed at the nerve of Gemma. 

A/N: This version of the song that i imagine Delaney singing is the Leona Lewis cover. Please search it up on Youtube/ Spotify as she has an amazing voice!

#Jax Teller #jax teller imagine #jax teller x reader #jax teller x oc #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine

[kylelover]

Hi would you be able to do a part two for my ask with Kyle, Kenny, butters, Craig and tweek if that’s too much you can remove some characters

Hi yes! So sorry xx im rlly tired

KENNY, KYLE, BUTTERS, CRAIG AND TWEEK WITH AN ALT BF

KYLE BROFLOVSKI

When he first met you he didnt think much of it

He did ask you though why you dressed like that

When you told him it was because it made you feel comfortable and like yourself he was supportive and accepting

He admires you for dressing and expressing yourself in your own style

He might try some of your accesories heh

Overall he would think its cool

Also defends you from the haters<3

KENNY MCCORMICK

Kenny doesnt really care

He just has a really simple nature, he accepts it as you being yourself

When he saw you dressed alt dark he just didnt know how to react

He did compliment your outfit tho

If you dressed colorfully he would think you look cute

He'd tease you light-heartedly for just changing completely your looks from one day to another.

"Woah. Didnt recognize you without the emo shirt"

Yeah, he would be confused between whats emo and whats alt

When you explained he was like "Oh?, cool i guess"

He cant really buy you stuff and he wants you to keep doing your outfits

So he makes accesories for you with stuff he has in his house <3

BUTTERS STOTCH

Butters would support you no matter what you do

When you dressed alt he would like it and be interested on it

Like... how do you look so awesome??

Butters is easily influenced so he tried to dress like you to impress his cool bf

When you dressed cutely he would just love it!!

He'd ask you questions like which store you got these clothes or if he could wear them

He would be so so caring

"Oh, hamburgers! You look incredible!"

CRAIG TUCKER

He wouldn't react at all to your outfits

If you asked about them he would just nod slightly and say "they look good, babe"

He cares deeply about you so he respects which style you choose to dress up as

However he does tease you at times...

Especially on your more colored outfits

"Honey, Im sorry, but did you assault a unicorn before coming here? You look so colorful"

He might be kinda dramatic and sarcastic about it

Secretly, he loves them. (Especially the alt ones)

TWEEK TWEAK

He might feel conflicted when its about your style

On one hand, he finds your outfits attractive... however if he finds them attractive other people would do as well!

He would get so anxious about it since some people could bother you... or they could catcall you or

You comfort him and tell him nothings gonna happen;)

He loves how you combine stuff!

He'd try some of your outfits

Sometimes you guys go on dates buying new accesories for yourselves!

So cute

#requests are open #sp x reader #south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny x reader #kyle x reader #butters stotch x reader #butters x reader #craig x reader #craig tucker x reader #tweek tweak x reader #tweek x reader

[spacedlexi]

Would love to hear u talk more about Clem and Minnie mirroring one another if u haven’t already 🦅

i have Not >:) cracks knuckles

talking about minnie can be hard since she Really only exists in eps 3 and 4. eps 1 and 2 keep the twins pretty mysterious we only learn a few things about them. i think the most important thing we know about them tho is that they (or at least minnie) provided a sense of relief for the ericson kids. tenn saying how minnie would sing them "dont be afraid" when they were feeling scared. i think its safe to assume she wrote the song Specifically to have a way to make the other kids feel better when things were rough

when the twins die the kids lose this emotional support and we can tell its been hard on all of them (some more than others). but then in comes clementine. our girl whos been carrying the "light in the darkness" motif since season 1. and although she got that shit a little dirty in seasons 2 and 3 (ava going off in s3 about how clem and aj are light and hope and shit so we're still supposed to see it (and recognize that clem has become so Dark in s3 without aj)), she got her light back when she got aj back and she'll die protecting him

clem (and aj) fall very quickly into the hole the twins left. now its clem who makes them feel safe. first with finding them food then protecting them against the raiders ("youre our savior clem" "we were more scared than we let on when you met us. you made that go away"). its not an accident theyre put up in the twins room. and with the way violet grabs the frame and looks at it sadly we can even assume clem sleeps in minnies old bed (also the old torn down paintings seem to only be on ajs side of the room and hes got his whole "i wanna be an artist too" thing going on). clem has unintentionally taken on minnies old role of making the kids feel safe and reassured

then we finally meet minnie. and based on how the others described her there is definitely a piece of herself that shes lost (that shes killed). her light is gone now. and although her motivations have been warped, they remain the same. i do genuinely believe she is still trying to protect the ericson kids and do whats best for them, but just in the only way she thinks she can to stop more people from dying. she might even think the pros of living with the delta are worth the cons. clementine is the one teaching them to fight back but minnie knows from experience that fighting back just gets you killed, so she feels like if she can just stop clementine then everything will be fine ("youre the FUCKING problem here" "i wont let you get them all killed" and she does seem genuinely concerned if clem and vi are fighting in the cell. and obviously we know she doesnt want anything to happen to tenn). both minnie and clem want to protect the ericson kids they just have conflicting opinions about which is the right way to do it. but minnie Does show her ass when she ends her "if you just do what they say you can live" speech with "you can be rewarded just like i am" 👀 oh girl... she didnt just give up she gave in. killing sophie was her breaking point and i really wish we knew more about how that scene went down outside of lillys dramatic retelling i would like to see it objectively please. but based on the way lilly tells it, minnie (im sure begrudgingly) accepted her place at the delta before it even came to that, and was probably just pulled along by sophie when she tried to escape. which is probably why (im assuming) lilly gave her the choice to kill sophie to stay with the delta (her New family), and she did... she kills a piece of herself when she does this (only compounded by the twin imagery), and i think her seeing clem fight back reminds her of sophie and brings all those feelings to the surface. and if she can just kill clem everything will be ok, cuz it worked last time....

minnie singing "dont be afraid" when attacking them on the bridge. a song that once brought them peace now being used to herald death. but since she approaches already singing it she was probably singing it to soothe herself as she succumbs to her bite, walking away from the wreckage she blames on clem, her delta family dead (she Did care about them in a fucked up way), using a herd of walkers against them the same way clem used a herd of walkers to attack the boat. all minnie cares about at this point is finding tenn, and she does, and shes gonna take him with her. just like clem looking for aj, finding him, and taking him. but where clem would die to protect aj, minnie wants to kill tenn to take him "home" with her. add to this ajs feelings about ending up alone without clem and wanting to be walkers together if it came to it. this is why tenn dying on the bridge feels narratively fulfilling to me even tho i hate it 😭 tenn wants to be with minnie (and sophie and their parents) and death doesnt scare him. it kinda comforts him. him and minnie dying together here is like the dark fate clem and aj barely avoid

and then vi fitting into this as she became tenns caretaker after the twins left. she also wants whats best for him so her and minerva fighting at the end for tenn is interesting. especially since violet (and louis but he wasnt tenns caretaker the way vi was) can die throwing him over the gap. i like the layers violet adds to being in the bridge scene, and it makes it even more sad when she cant protect him because thats all shes been trying to do since before clem and aj even showed up. plus aj shooting tenn puts violet in a similar position to louis in regards to marlons death

i really love the ways violets route adds to all the minnie and tenn stuff. and the way we can see clems influence change her. how a saved violet is ready to fight with clem but a kidnapped violet believes in minnies goals and thinks giving up is the safest plan for everyone. because regardless if you save her or not violet ALSO wants to keep the ericson kids safe and just doesnt know the best way to do it. clem encourages violet to step up and minnie encourages violet to give up (warping her character growth which is why i cant Not save her 😭 and the betrayal of it all). using violet as a common denominator is another way to differentiate between clem and minnie. then throw the romance on top of that.... you can see why i get a little...Sillay.. this is ALSO why i dont like vinerva in any romantic capacity post the events of ep3 and why i love seeing vi with clem. its what they each encourage in her. minnies weakness, clems strength.... why seeing vi and minnie fight clem makes me want to cry but seeing clem and vi fight minnie makes me jump off the walls LETS GOOO

and i havent even talked about lilly yet.... how if lee took lilly up on her offer in S1 about stealing the RV together clem couldve ended up in her custody.... i definitely believe clem looks at minnie and sees some broken scared part of herself in there. she is Fiercely Loyal and would do anything for her family so if she was raised (or broken) in that environment (and it seems very "ends justify the means" with the delta as it sounds like its actually pretty good over there if you can look past the intimidation and torture and kidnapping) i could definitely see her being the one standing behind lilly in some other universe. its what lilly still tries to do with her but its too late (and so lilly tries it with aj instead which is still a way to get to clem). but clems grown now and shes been making her own choices for a long time. shes already been through this with the new frontier (and hell even with carver at howes). she'd die before she gave in. and minnie made the choice to kill her sister to save herself

even with the little info we actually have on minnie she still works pretty well as a foil to clem. this is why i find it easier to talk about minnie when comparing her to clem like i feel like its her main purpose. i feel like theres still more i could say its just eluding me. its not a coincidence that minnie almost takes clem down with her in the end. why shes the reason clems able to get bit. minnie blames clem for her own demise and she's gonna get in one last fuck you. and minnies fate is one clem is desperately trying to avoid. kinda 👀 to be taken down by your narrative foil

#even visually they put clem and minnie as opposites with clem inheriting marlons bow and minnie using a crossbow (tlou pt2 also did this) #they even give minnie clems haircut given to her by javi in s3 lol which just makes it a clean version of clems currently growing cut #and i cant talk about minnie without also mentioning violet like i Have to they are pretty intertwined she really adds depth to it all #sorry to do this to your dashes but also im not 👁👁 #twdg #anon i hope you didnt think i ignored your message i hope you thought 'oh shes writing an ESSAY essay' #pasting this into word just in case tumblr fucks it up...this is 1430 words 😭 bro why cant i be like this for like important things #replies with lexi #incognito #god i STILL feel like im forgetting shit which is WILD there should NOT be this much to say...yet here i am...

[wellthebardsdead]

Clockwork heart pt6

Part 5 here

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Wyrm: *dragging his feet up the stairs and into the arcanum, the lessons of Vivec now safely back in his possession and Ancanos questions answered for today* I’m back…

Urag: *looks up from his desk* I?! Where have you been?! Have you been collecting that book this whole time?

Wyrm: *worried he might get in trouble and have to give the gauntlets back if he tells the truth* I-u-um I sat in the dorms and read it while Ogmund and J’zargo practiced their homework.

Urag: *sighs with mild annoyance, believing him knowing his relationship with the students around his mental and emotional age group* You know I don’t like you hanging around that Khajiit. He’s one step away from burning this whole place to the ground. And that Onmund never returns his books on time!

Wyrm: *relieved his fib was convincing enough* b-but they’re my friends papa… *sheepishly walks over and signs the return and borrow paperwork*

Urag: I know son, it’s rare you get any friends you fit with coming through these doors just… I don’t want them getting you into trouble. Or hurt. You know you’re dangerous when even Faralda is too afraid to teach you.

Wyrm: *giggles* her eyebrows only just grew back in didnt they. Well at least J’Zargo isn’t as bad as those mages down in the midden who nearly levelled the tunnels entirely with that ritual they were attempting.

Urag: and you’ll be smart not to speak of that to anybody while that ancano is around.

Wyrm: Yes papa. And to never go into the midden. Or to go into the village after dark. Or to run across the bridge in case I slip and fall. Or to-

Urag: *taps him on the head with a roll of paper gently making the dunmer giggle and scurry by* Cheeky.

Wyrm: *giggling as he walks to his door* I’ll keep it secret papa, I promise.

Urag: *shakes his head chuckling* I’ll bring dinner in shortly pup. Go have a bath before you throw yourself into your projects again alright?

Wyrm: *groans rolling his eye dramatically just wanting to finally read his book* yeeees papa. *walks into his room, closing the door with a smile hearing Urag laugh at his playful mood… so happy to hear his father laugh… and feeling terrible for lying* … *sighs and sets the book down before stripping off his robe and removing his arm, sitting it by the book as he kicks off the rest of his clothes making his way to the small washroom ensuite*

“Why did he ask me so many strange questions? Can’t everybody make a spectral version of themselves? Why did he care about my childhood so much?… does he really think I’m that pretty?… have I been too mean to him?…”

Wyrm: *sighs thinking to himself as he sinks into the tub of hot water, remembering the conversation and how it seemed to go on for forever, and how distracted he was by the thalmor agents hands all over him* …is… is this what love feels like?…………… I don’t… think I like it…

*a few hours later*

Wyrm: *finally ate a full meal after missing breakfast and only getting a few bites out of his lunch, now sitting on his bed reading and scribing notes from his childhood book with amazement as it finally reveals its secrets to him* “If you find yourself reading this story, know that I am sorry. For I have failed in my ultimate task and I now burden it to you. I know not what name you will take, what face you will bare, or what race you will be born of, but you will be born of my hands as a fragment of me. You may walk your own path in life if you so choose, but I ask now for you to read this if you can, my plea to you. To me… Don’t let our mistakes be in vain… Follow the doom drum… put him back together… complete my work… come find me. You. Us… Sotha Sil” *Sits back in surprise and reads it again* Sotha Sil… wrote this?…

“I wrote this.”

Wyrm: *blinks and shakes his head* malacaths mercy I’m tired, what time is it? *yawns looking at the clock he’d built on his bedside table to see 2am staring back at him as the hands tick slowly* …Aw biscuits I did it again… *sighs and looks back at his book, Pearl eyeball nearly popping out of his head in shock to see the page now completely blank, and the notes he’d written in his note pad utterly illegible* what?! No no no no!! That’s not fair!! *flips through his notes frantically to see the same scribbles all through his book except the now blank page* What about the poisoned robes being a lie?! The foul murder! Something about a waterfall and stars?! *flips through all his notes before dropping the pad and frantically putting on the gauntlets again* no no come on come back! Come back please! *grabs the book and notes getting no reaction* take me back to the vision! Anything plea- *face going pale seeing the notes he’d written literally disappear turning the notepad into a blank page, as if the knowledge could never be shared ever again* … n-no *tears up and chokes out a pained sob dropping back into the large pillows of his bed as he just breaks into a full meltdown* wh-what did I do wrong? I- is it because I lied to papa?…

*a few hours later*

???: s-…seht… why?…

Wyrm: *blinks open his eyes and screams seeing a handsome mers face inches from his own, beautiful golden skin now red and bleeding as another golden skinned mer guides his hand with a blade, slicing off their face* I- I’m sorry! I’m sorry! *blinks realising it’s a dream and he’s seeing through the eyes of somebody else*

???: Ayem! His feet! Cut off his feet!

Wyrm: *looks to his side to see the two masked figures from his vision, now realising them to be Vivec and Almalexia, and himself seeing through the eyes of sotha sil* No don’t! Please we can stop this! It’s not too la- *looks down at the handsome mer beneath him as he screams in agony as his feet are severed*

???: *screaming and writhing in pain looking up at him with pleading eyes* s-seht- m-my friend- p-please

Wyrm: *wanting to look away but unable to, forced to watch the scene before him as the knife slices through the flesh of his face, and Vivec’s hands grasp sotha sils, forcing him to peel the mers face from his flesh* please forgive me nerevar!!

Nerevar: *screaming in agony as he stares up at him in horror* PLEASE NO-

Wyrm: *suddenly shoots up in his bed, tears pouring down his cheek from his one eye as he fumbles across the covers. Just sobbing as he pulls the gauntlets from his hands, throwing his books to the side as he falls from his bed and onto the floor before running out of his room and to Urags* p-papa! Papa! *sobs opening the door and running inside climbing into his bed*

Urag: *jolts awake to find his son crawling into bed with him like he used to when he was very little* pup?

Wyrm: *incoherent through his sobs as he clings to him* I don’t want to know what’s in my book anymore! I don’t want to! I watched sotha sil skin nerevar alive! I watched vivec stab him! I saw Almalexia cut off his feet! It felt so real! It felt real!

Urag: shhhh… *gently hugs him close tucking him under the blanket* it was just a nightmare pup… it wasn’t real… *furrows his brow deciding it’s best to not press him for details while he’s like this but knowing this isn’t normal even for him* it can’t hurt you son… *gently strokes his face before removing his sons Pearl eye and his mechanical arm, placing both on his nightstand so Wyrm can sleep comfortably beside him, safe and sound*

Wyrm: *let’s his father remove them before resuming nuzzling into him for safety as if he were still a child* he kept begging me to stop, he kept calling me Seht, he spoke to me like I was sotha sil, like I was him, I didn’t want to do it, I didn’t!

Urag: *heart breaking seeing his son so distressed, wondering what could have possibly triggered this* shhh Wyrm, it’s okay son, it’s alright… *pats his hair and hugs him close, not knowing how to help the situation beyond just being present* nothing can hurt you while I’m here…

*Meanwhile*

Ancano: *quietly enters the Arcanum, unable to sleep and deciding to make it Wyrms problem… only to see his bedroom door wide open* hm?… *walks to it and peers in to see his bed a mess, and covered in notes and several books, with no little Pearl in sight* ……… *walks in and inspects the room quietly before looking at the blank notepad, then at the books* why was he so desperate to read this drivel? *picks up the 36 lessons of vivec before tossing it to the side and picking up Wyrms book* hm?… *opens it only to see what everyone else did, utterly intangible notes and writings in a language nobody can understand. And several blank pages at the front of the book* … *slides it into his robe and walks out quietly as if he was never there*

#ancano skyrim #Wyrm dragonborn #sotha sil #urag gro shub

[nsmhrniki]

✰ omegle, the dark web 2.0！,,

WARNINGS: omegle, nothing too explicit but i mightve described omegle a bit too dramatically scary 😭, curse words

PAIRING/S: clyde, tolkien, kenny x reader [ platonic // romantic ]

GENRE: crack

PRONOUNS: gender neutral

REQUESTED: yes // no

" just finished hopping on omegle... umm .. never again!! 🤗 clyde, tolkien, and kenny, seperately and platonic, going on omegle w/ reader to make me feel better bc i didnt have anyone else when i did that.. "

– anon

A/N: oh my gosh i'm so sorry,,get well soon 🙁 /hj i took some omegle videos off of tiktok for this because they were funny ash

donovan, clyde ✰ !

first of all clyde turned down your offer immediately. he didnt think about it, immediate NO.

he was like "no dude. 😧 do yk what type of stuff goes around in that website???"

"yeah? so?" "SO??!"

"what are you a pussy 🤨 its totally ok ill go get your blankie if we see something absolutely atrocious 🥺🥺"

"..."

and now infront of you both is your laptop and omegle on your screen.

"dont worry dude, im sure nothing will happen"

very very very wrong 😂...🙂

but aside from the... toe curling, gruesome, eye bleeding, earth shattering, blood curdling, spine chilling things you've seen on your laptop. some people were nice

you two however did not reciprocate the energy, you two outwardly BULLIED the people😨

who could blame you two? 🥺 its how you cope /j

oh yeah clyde cried maybe once or twice,, or 6 times

black, tolkien ✰ !

"no." "b-" "NO.!!"

"do you want to be traumatized for the rest of your life??" "tolkien i'm sure it's not that bad.."

you eventually got him to give in though!!! unfortunately...

worst mistake ever and tolkien almost left your ass to deal with this yourself

however, fortunately for you, he's a good friend!!

he only stayed because things were getting funny LMAOAO

"you look like bella hadid! on the left 🙂"

"me?" the person on the fucking left asks 😭

"nnnot you... the one on the le-" they click skip "ohh- 🙁"

"i said the one on the left!!! 🙁 why did she try to take credit UH UN"

🍊 ⊹ mccormick, kenny ..,

said yes immediately LMAOOO

said live your life to the fullest i guess 🤷‍♀️

said that you two are living on the edge! 😋 however!!! you wanna go back to the middle 😍!

because the FIRST thing that comes up is a lady doing..... showing....... and you didnt like it, kenny sure did though 🙂

whats worse is that it went on for more than one minute like press the fucking button plz,,

after a few skips you two came across an 11 yr old holding up her crusty white dog

"oh no sweetie 🙁 im so sorry"

🙁??? was the little girls face LMAOAO

"theres no need to deny it, we all know you have the perfect family but theres a deep deep dark secret and somebody's cheating!! on somebody in the house!!" *frantically nods head*

the two of you skipped her without another word and went on completely gaslighting everyone

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Reblogs are appreciated !

#south park x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #clyde donovan x reader #tolkien black x reader #nsmhrniki ;; south park #nsmhrniki

[minatoiskyuubismate]

My meaning about Prince Hans from Disneys Frozen pt 1

Okay, now I wanted to tell my opinion about Prince Hans. A lot of people called him a "monster", because he wanted to kill Elsa and Anna and nearly succeded. Well, nearly. Okay, makes him a villian. But as much other Disney villians, he didnt suceeded to kill someone. Thats why I dont understand how and I dont like the treatments Elsa and the others gave him in the short films and movies. Jaffar, Gaston and Scar for example didnt get such a treatment. I have seen worse villian characters, in other childrens series, compared to them Hans is an angel. As a "Monster" I would Hans seen if he had behaved like this after they threw him into the ships jail. He would have not stayed resigned on the ground, he would have jumped up, grinning evilly with a dark look on his face, sneering with a cold voice:"Dont think this is over! I will find a way to return and then I will kill you, ice witch-and wring your b*itchy little sisters neck for hitting me!" Elsa and Anna should have accompaied the guards when they threw him into the cell. And then Hans should have laughed like a maniac-well, till Elsa quieted him with an ice gag. This would left a dramatic end.

This behaviour would let me see him as "Monster". Still fighting and threathing. But he did nothing of that. He knew he failed -and he stayed quiet. But the "fine damsels" stayed away celebrating happily, not even losing a single more moment about Hans. Who knows how Hans grew up with his twelve brothers. I dont think he had a happy childhood. This made him probably obsessed to concquer a kingdom for his own. Well, in my fanfic some villians got a second chance to change the sides.

What I dont like on Elsa and Anna is their arrogant behaviour towards Hans. We see this in the second movie and in the new short film in this art gallery. For me a good king or queen makes who did rule wise and fair, but an important fact is to show sometimes forgiveness too. Its so long ago and they showed no forgiveness for Hans. No, it seems they will hate him forever. Thats not nice. Hans did not kill someone in the movie or continued to show pure evil or revenge like other Disney characters. Jaffar got a sequel, why not Hans? To show forgiveness from time to time to people they eventually deserved it will make the sisters even better rulers .Or that they even help Hans to find a new live. I wish they would be a film about Hans being held imprisoned in Arendelle instead of sending him home and Olaf would sneak into the cell from time to time to just talk with Hans, to win his trust and that he finds out why he became like he is and that he pours out his heart to the Snowman. I think Olaf has a heart big enough to try it even with Hans to talk things out and to find redemption for him. (We know what happend to Scar in the Lion Guard, we learned about his past-and Kion forgave him-and we know, that Scar killed Mufasa, Kions Granpa.)

#frozen #prince hans #queen elsa