#an untimely frost

[snidely-whipstache]

An Untimely Frost... - Chapter 20

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[snidely-whipstache]

Patsy you're so sweet thank you. 😭🙏🏻💕🌈

i need someone to rewrite the whole twilight saga and fix all Stephenie Meyer's mistakes

[listofwhyyouloveher]

hcs for the gang (separate) with an anxious younger fem reader? like maybe 12-13-14? Reader is used to people suddenly walking out or being pulled away of her life (her father died in a car accident, her childhood best friend suddenly had to move away, other close friend went missing, a cousin of hers died because of a sickness, etc, etc) so she's kind of constantly stuck in the mindset of "this could be the last moment togheter" (the boys are kind of obvlivious to reader's past with sudden departures). so when she feels like too much time has passed without anything bad happening to her she kind of just drops onto their side and cuddles up to them, shutting everything out completely and just kind of burning the memory of them and that moment into her head (like the way they smell, the clothest they are wearing, how warm their bodies are, how their voices sound, etc, etc) poor reader's just a traumatized bean lmao 😭

Summary: The Outsiders w anxious!reader

Warnings: anxiety mentions, mentions of death, mentions of loss

Author's Note: none

PONYBOY CURTIS

Ponyboy has always been helpful after the loss of your family. It was written in the news as a "freak accident" but to you it was your whole life being shattered.

In a way, Pony knew what you were going through, having lost his parents too. So he was your rock in such a desperate time.

You're life was genuinely a tragedy, you'd lost quite a lot. So you made him promise he'd never leave, and of course he agreed because there was little he liked more than you.

Although summer was unbearably hot, the winters always shocked you with their biting frosts and chills. You were huddled in a ball on the couch thinking about your past when Pony sat next to you. Immediately, you wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his neck and shutting your eyes tightly.

Pony was used to your moments, where you shut everything out and just focus on him. He smelled like books, charcoal and faint cigarette smoke. Pony stroked your back gently, letting you absorb the moment.

JOHNNY CADE

Johnny has never felt the loss of a loved one, to him, he's never had many loved ones. However, his lackluster way of empathizing with you made a sincere impression on you.

You connected with Jojnny very quickly after your parents death and he was always willing to hold you when you got night terrors, or when you just couldn't deal with the world. He felt that in some way, you completed each other.

Tonight, you had another dream. It was a terrible cycle of having your family ripped from your life and out of your heart again. You sprung out of bed, warm and sticky sweat still fresh on your goosebump-ed skin. You dialed Johnny number and prayed to every god you knew that he was home.

He arrived at you door within 10 minutes, finding you curled up under your covers, shivering and shaking. He helped you sit up and wiped your tears. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around him, just being there with him. His callous yet soft hands patted the bare skin of your shoulder, his rough denim jacket uncomfortably rubbing against your skin, everything about him you engraved in your mind.

SODAPOP CURTIS

Sodapop was no stranger to loss, and to dealing with the overwhelming grief that pours out. He had enough strength to help Pony get through it and with your parents untimely demise still fresh in your mind, he knew he needed to do it again.

For the longest time, he would hold you to sleep, comforting you, telling you that he'll never leave. He found equal solace in comforting you as you did getting comforted by him.

You made it your goal to memorize everything about Soda, as to never forget. He never wore hair grease at night so his hair smelled like soap and his skin smelled like wood and a mechanic shop. He always wore an unbuttoned button up and was always a little too cold at first. You would say you studied him like a muse, but in reality in his eyes you were the muse, the angel with decorated wings in a painting.

STEVE RANDLE

Steve never meant to get involved with the only girl in the gang. He feared that it would throw off the comfortable balance you had created for yourself. But the day he saw you crying on the curb, red and puffy lips and eyes, something tugged in his heart. He was by your side, asking what was pestering you. You showed him the scrap of paper that listed the dates of your family's death. It was if the ink was still fresh because the news shocked him too. He was reminded of all those nights he poured drink after drink for Soda, eyes brimming with tears that were too stubborn to fall.

He found himself in the same predicament, pouring you a big glass of hard liquor, watching you sip at it before down the whole glass. He sat next to you, unsure of what to do next when you silently rested your head on his shoulder.

His hair smelled like grease and his button up like motor oil, but it was a comforting, down to earth smell. Something in your stomach twisted and you felt your nose burn and eyes well with tears. Noticing this, Steve swung his arm around your waist, pulling you close, trying his best to comfort you, someone who'd been there for everyone in a way that was purely angelic. He wanted to mimic your soft touch and happy smile, so he let himself be consumed by you.

TWO BIT MATHEWS

Two-Bit had always thought of himself as a poor communicator and comforter, but the way you confided in him after the death of your parents bloomed a new love I'm him for being such a important person in your life.

It was no secret that he enjoyed being the one you relied on and he would often go out of your way to bring you thinks, soup his mom cooked, flowers he picked that he knew your dad grew in his garden.

He was sitting with you on your couch watching home movies your mom made, his hand gently patting your plush thigh when you curled into him. He smelled like pizza, probably his dinner, and the Disney princess perfume that his sister liked to wear. It was an odd combination but it was humbling, reminding you of a home you yearned for now that you lost yours. He gently wrapped his arm around you, smiling down at you, someone he loved as dearly as his family.

DARRY CURTIS

Darry was never the one to comfort. He found that he could get more done by bottling all the emotions up, pushing Soda and Pony to work hard through their pain. But he knew he couldn't do that to you, and in a way, he made Pony and Soda jealous by how he treated you, soft and feathery with kind words and patience.

He invites you over for dinner when Soda and Pony would go out together with the rest of the gang. Everytime he makes your favorite food and you sit across from each other. He stabilized you everytime your thoughts ran, helping you through this tough time. It was these moments that you tried to memorize, the smell of Darry's cologne mixing with your comfort food and the faint scent of the rest of the gang, you wanted it pierced through your very soul, staying there like a tattoo.

Darry reached for your hand, stroking your trembling fingers.

"You ok, kid?" He ask, voice soft like a small flame. You look up at him from your food, there's a bittersweet smile on your lips that he's seen so often. You interlock your fingers with his and cry.

DALLAS WINSTON

Dallas hates you. He tells himself that everytime he sees your smiling face. There was no hiding his contempt for someone so unbearably joyful. But he wasn't happy when you finally dropped your smile, when you fell to your knees, hands clenching onto nothing and tears falling from your eyes to the ground like bullets. He was there the day you got the news. There was no saving your family, there couldn't even be a proper funeral due to your lack of money.

He wanted to hold you, but Dallas doesn't hold, Dallas grips and tugs and rips at anything soft. So he merely sat with you while you cried, body trembling and racked with sobs that made your body ache.

He pulls a cancer stick from his pocket and lights it. The scent and smoke of unfiltered tobacco burns your already red eyes but it's a familiar feeling. He hands you a cigarette that you gladly take and he holds his lighter up to the end. His hands smell like smoke and musk, a woodsy scent that you find yourself almost reaching for. The comforting scent of a home.

[ninjatrashpanda]

Of Freezing Cold and Cozy Warmth

Written for @bucktommywinterfest (It's a bit late, sorryyyy x.x)

Prompt: "I've actually never seen snow before."

Rated: G

Tags: established relationship, fluff, light h/c, AU canon divergence

Read on AO3 here.

“Fuck me, why is it so cold?!”

This was insane. Completely unacceptable. How did people choose to live in temperatures like this?!

Logically, Tommy had known that he should be prepared for this. He’d known that Los Angeles was significantly warmer than a lot of places in the country. And he’d taken it seriously and prepared himself mentally. He’d figured that he had been ready when he and Evan had boarded the plane back home.

Now, standing outside the airport and waiting for Evan’s parents to pick them up, it became more than obvious that he wasn’t prepared. Nothing ever could’ve possibly prepared him for the wind to give him the worst hug of all time, or the icicles it drew down his spine. It felt like Winter itself was attacking him with countless tiny daggers to his face and especially his ears. Evan had told him to buy a beanie or a pair of ear warmers, but he hadn’t taken him seriously.

Oh, what a terrible mistake that was.

“Uh, because it’s December and we’re in Pennsylvania?” Evan answered with a raised eyebrow and barely concealed smile, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

Tommy shot Evan a glare so venomous it could have melted the frost off his eyelashes...if his eyelashes had actually been frozen. They weren’t, but it felt like they might be any second now.

“This is not December. This is the Arctic tundra, and I didn’t sign up for this kind of abuse,” Tommy retorted, pulling his hoodie tighter around his head. It was useless against the gusts of wind that seemed hell-bent on cutting through every layer of clothing he had.

Evan, of course, looked unfazed. If anything, he looked amused. Dressed in a thick winter jacket and wearing the very beanie Tommy had mocked in the store just last week, he seemed utterly immune to the cold. It was infuriating. “I told you it was going to be cold, Tommy,” Evan said with a chuckle, his breath visible in the air. “You can’t blame me for your stubbornness.”

“I’m not blaming you,” Tommy said through chattering teeth. “I’m blaming this state. How do people live here?!”

Evan rolled his eyes, but Tommy could clearly see the onset of a fond smile at the corners of his mouth. “You’re being dramatic. It’s not even that cold.”

“Not that cold?!” Tommy exclaimed, his voice rising in pitch. He waved his hands around like a madman, a feeble attempt at warming himself up. “This is frostbite weather! My toes are going to fall off! I can’t feel my nose! This is how I die!”

“Relax. My parents will be here in, like, five minutes,” Evan said, checking his phone. “You’ll survive.”

And that sent a completely different sort of shiver down Tommy’s spine. Margaret and Phillip Buckley were a…complicated subject, and even after two years of dating Evan and meeting his biological parents several times, he wasn’t quite sure what to think of them. They’d been…awkward at first, but Tommy had expected that. It wasn’t every day that your 33-year-old, previously thought-to-be-straight son showed up at your daughter’s wedding with his newly minted boyfriend. There was no script for a situation like that. Over time though, they’d gotten around, and Tommy figured they at least were able to tolerate him, considering that he was invited whenever they came to Los Angeles. (Though even if they didn’t, Evan, Maddie and Chimney probably would probably make sure he was included anyway.)

Of course, Tommy was also acutely aware of the rather…tumultuous past of the Buckley family.

The story about Daniel Buckley and his tragic, untimely death had come out of Evan in bits and pieces over their time together. Tommy had first heard Daniel’s name around a week after Maddie and Chimney’s wedding, when Evan had mentioned that they had originally planned to leave two empty seats at their table at the reception. One for Kevin, of course, and the other for someone named Daniel. Tommy hadn’t known who exactly Daniel had been, but clearly he must’ve been a big deal when a space at the bride and groom’s table was kept empty for him.

He had first learned that Daniel had been Maddie and Evan’s brother about a week after that. It was at the first of a few double dates with Eddie and Marisol (and boy, did he still kind of cringe whenever he thought about her and the way her and Eddie’s relationship had ended), when she had mentioned a petty squabble she’d recently gotten into with her own brother. Both Evan and Eddie had shared anecdotes about their sisters, and Evan had openly wondered what his relationship with Daniel might’ve been like. Marisol had been visibly confused (Tommy had very much seen the discreet head shake Eddie had sent her), but Tommy had obviously connected the dots.

He hadn’t learned that Evan had been a savior baby until a few months later, when, on their frequent journey of making Evan watch movies, Tommy had decided to put on My Sister’s Keeper. The choice had been an innocent one. He had thought it was a tearjerker that Evan, with his endless compassion, would appreciate. He hadn’t expected his boyfriend to sit frozen through most of it, his face pale and jaw tight. At first, Tommy had thought that it was just the movie getting to Evan like it did to most people, but by the climax of the film, Evan had abruptly stood up and muttered something about needing air.

The aftermath of that night, from Evan explaining the circumstances of his birth, to Tommy profoundly apologizing for his movie pick (Evan had assured him it was okay. There was no way Tommy could’ve known), to the revelation of just what Margaret and Phillip had actually done to both Evan and Maddie, had stuck with Tommy in ways only his father and his past in the military had otherwise. A cold, seething rage at the Buckley parents had filled him to the brim, a sense of anger so harsh that he hadn’t fully been able to let go of it even now, a year and a half later.

Tommy shook his head. Evan and Maddie had forgiven their parents. They had gone to therapy together and mended their relationship as well as they could. They were on good terms, which was why he was in the middle of what felt like the Antarctic’s asscrack right now anyway. And besides, after all the shit he had pulled back during his Closet Era™, who was he to judge anyone anyway? It would be more than hypocritical.

“Hey, Earth to Tommy,” Evan said, snapping him out of his thoughts. “You’re starting to look like a puppy that got lost in the snow. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Tommy startled, his head snapping over to Evan, his eyes wide as dishes. He recovered quickly, though, and shot Evan a sheepish look. “Just thinking about what your parents are gonna have to say about you popping the question.”

Evan froze, his easy grin faltering for the briefest of moments. Then his expression softened into something warm, almost shy, as a blush crept up his cheeks, and not from the cold this time. “You think they’ll be surprised?” he asked, his voice quieter now, as if he was scared Margaret and Phillip could be hiding behind the next corner.

With an exaggerated hum, Tommy tilted his head, pretending to think hard about it. “I mean, on one hand, you are incredibly handsome, with a heart of gold and a massive dick that makes angels sing, while I’m just, y’know, me.” He gestured to himself dramatically, as if he was the most repulsive being on the planet. “But on the other hand, everyone back home knew. Hell, I knew for about a month before you proposed. You’re not subtle.”

An incredulous, awkward laugh escaped Evan’s mouth, the blush on his cheeks turning a shade brighter. “Excuse me, but I am absolutely subtle. And you had no idea. None. Nada. Zilch. Zero.”

“Oh, yes, of course, I had no clue!” Tommy shot back, raising his hands in surrender. A move he instantly regretted when the Pennsylvania Winter air crept through his pores directly into his bones. With another shiver, he quickly brought his palms up to his mouth and breathed into them, the warmth of his breath a temporary, but welcome relief. “But seriously, do you think they’ll be weird about it? I mean, it’s one thing for me to just be the boyfriend you have when they expected a girlfriend, but it’s another thing entirely to, you know… potentially be the son-in-law.”

Evan’s gaze held his own for a beat, steady and warm, in spite of the icy wind that Tommy was sure was going to turn his skin blue any moment now. “They’ll be fine,” he said firmly. “They’ve come a long way. We all have. And if they’re not, well...” His face turned harder suddenly, almost determined, even. “It wouldn’t be the first time I picked somebody I love over them.”

Tommy stared at Evan, his breath coming out as a plume of fog in the cold air. He couldn’t decide if the warmth in his chest was from Evan’s unwavering confidence or from the sheer force his heart was currently beating with. He couldn’t fight the tears that shot into his eyes.

“That’s… probably the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” he sniffed, rubbing his eyes. “Also kind of terrifying? In a way? But mostly sweet.”

Evan’s face broke into a soft smile again, the kind that always made Tommy wonder how he ever got this lucky. He’d been a horrible human being in his youth, from the way he’d kept quiet under Gerrard’s captainship, to how he’d strung Abby along for years in an attempt to “fix” himself.

Not for the first time in the last few years, Tommy thought about just how little he actually deserved the life he had. He didn’t deserve a job he loved. He didn’t deserve for the man of his dreams to love him back. He sure as hell didn’t deserve to get married to said guy, or to get chosen by him over his literal family.

Almost as if he read his mind, Evan stepped closer and pulled Tommy into a kiss. Evan’s mouth was surprisingly warm on Tommy’s own, as if it was completely immune to the air around them.

The gentle softness made Tommy’s lips tingle, a sensation that traveled across his cheeks, which turned a soft pink almost instantly, to his ears and then down his neck and into every fiber of his body. Almost instinctively, Tommy wrapped his arms around Evan, pulling him ever closer against him, as if any remaining inch of space between them was an affront to reality itself.

The moment stayed frozen between them for a second, filled with nothing but the howl of the wind and the crunch of snow under a passing car’s tires. For once, Tommy didn’t mind the cold as much. Not with Evan looking at him like that, his blue eyes lit up like a pair of sapphires hanging in the night sky.

He felt it then, the weight of his past slowly lifting off of his heart. He wasn’t that guy anymore. He had gone out of his way to be someone better, someone he could be proud of being. Someone who did deserve the love and happiness he experienced day after day with his fiancé.

“Alright, loverboy, if we stand here any longer, I’m going to turn into a human popsicle,” Tommy said as he pulled away, his teeth beginning to clatter almost instantly as a shiver went down his spine as a particularly cold gust swept over them.

Evan laughed, pulling him closer as if to shield him from the biting wind. “Good thing that they’re here, then, huh?”

Tommy followed Evan’s gaze to see a familiar SUV slowing to a stop just a few feet away. His stomach did an immediate flip, the butterflies waking from their momentary hibernation. He tried not to let his nerves show as Margaret and Phillip stepped out of the car.

Margaret was the first to approach, bundled in a sleek wool coat that somehow managed to make her look as effortlessly composed as ever. Phillip trailed behind her, his face lined with age but still kind in a way that always threw Tommy off balance.

“Buck!” Margaret called, her voice cutting through the wind like it had never learned to be anything but commanding. Her arms opened wide, and Evan stepped into them without hesitation, his beanie brushing against her neatly coiffed hair as he bent over (Tommy honestly had to wonder where the hell Evan’s size had come from, because it definitely wasn’t from either of his parents). “You’re freezing!” she scolded, pulling back just enough to fuss over him.

There was a part of Tommy that wanted to be bitchy and crack a joke about who was actually freezing here, but he held himself back. No need to piss off his future in-laws over the temperature. (Also, it was Tommy’s own fault that he was cold. But he wasn’t ready to acknowledge that yet.) So, he hung back, trying not to feel awkward as he hovered near the luggage. Then, while Margaret continued to fuss over Evan, Phillip came up to him, offering a small smile.

“Tommy,” he greeted, extending a hand. “Good to see you again.”

Tommy took it, shaking firmly despite the numbness creeping into his fingers. “Good to see you too, Mr. Buckley.”

“Please,” Phillip said, waving a hand as if to shoo away the formality. “It’s Phillip.”

“Right. Phillip,” Tommy tried the name out, and it felt just as strange as it always did. He could never quite figure out if he was crossing some invisible line by addressing them so casually or if the line had ever even existed in the first place.

With that, Margaret finally let go of Evan and turned to him, her sharp eyes a tad softer than the last time he’d seen her. “Tommy,” she said with a nod, her tone cordial and vaguely friendly, but far from the warmth you’d hope your Partner’s parents would show you. She walked a few steps over to him and regarded his…less than adequate wardrobe. “I hope the flight wasn’t too bad. You look…unprepared.”

“No, it was fine. Thanks for asking,” Tommy replied, keeping his voice polite but neutral. He wasn’t about to dive into the six-hour battle he’d waged against turbulence, hectic layovers and airplane coffee. “And yeah, uh, I didn’t take Evan seriously when he told me about how cold it is. You know, I’ve never actually seen snow before, so I figured…”

Margaret’s eyebrow slowly climbed up her face, her expression turning more and more incredulous. Tommy bit his tongue. This is going swimmingly, he thought. Great impression to make on your fiancé’s parents, really.

Out of the corners of his eyes, Tommy saw Evan and his father share a look, though he wasn’t sure what kind of look it was. For a fraction of a second, Tommy wondered if Evan was about to ask for his engagement ring back, and he wasn’t sure if he could do that. The ring was simple, a bronze band with a celtic weave design, but Tommy had fallen in love with it almost instantly. If Evan would now ask for it back…No, he wouldn’t. He already said so. Tommy couldn’t think like this. He couldn’t doubt his and Evan’s relationship like that.

Eventually, Evan cleared his throat, quickly gaining his mother’s and Tommy’s attention. With a large, almost blinding smile, he stepped in, grabbing the nearest suitcase and gesturing toward the SUV. “Alright, let’s get everything loaded up before Tommy loses his toes. And we should probably stop at a clothing store when we get to Hershey, you know, for reasons.”

Phillip chuckled, taking the hint and grabbing another bag. “Welcome to Pennsylvania in December, Tommy,” he said, almost cheerfully. “Get in the car before you turn into a smurf. Evan and I got the luggage.”

Tommy didn’t need to be told twice. Without hesitation, he climbed into the SUV, immediately basking in the warmth that enveloped him. It was like stepping into heaven, if heaven smelled faintly of peppermint and pine air fresheners. He let out a small groan of relief, his fingers tingling as they began to thaw. He could already feel life returning to his toes, though they were still mad at him for subjecting them to such a brutal ordeal.

A minute later, Evan climbed into the seat beside him, shaking snowflakes off his jacket as he leaned over to press a quick kiss to Tommy’s temple. “Feeling better already?” he asked, his tone teasing but laced with genuine concern.

“Not quite,” Tommy muttered, sticking his hands in front of the vents to warm them faster. “I think my soul is still somewhere out there, frozen on the curb. But at least the rest of me is starting to defrost.”

Evan laughed, the sound soft and fond, before reaching over to grab Tommy’s hands and rub them between his own. “Well, we’ll get you some gloves and a decent jacket before you have to face the cold again. Or maybe I’ll just have to keep holding your hands like this everywhere we go.”

“Now, that’s a solution I can get behind,” Tommy quipped, leaning into Evan’s touch. “But I’m holding you to that.”

As the car pulled away from the curb, Margaret glanced at them in the rearview mirror. Her expression was unreadable, but she didn’t say anything about the way Evan’s hands lingered on Tommy’s. It made him gulp a little, his earlier fear of her rejecting him coming back. But then Evan pulled his hands up and kissed his knuckles, and he looked at him with such huge amounts of love that Tommy couldn’t help but relax. Evan chose him. Was choosing him. Would always choose him. Margaret and Phillip might not ever be his biggest fans, but Evan’s words echoed in his mind: They’ll be fine. And if they’re not…

Tommy reached up to wrap an arm around Evan’s shoulders, and he melted into the embrace and rested his head on Tommy’s shoulder, his hand moving to rest on Tommy’s knee. With a sigh, Tommy looked out of the window, admiring the Pennsylvania Winter Landscape, the last of his worries giving way to a sense of content. Marge and Phil would be fine. And if they weren’t fine? Well, Evan had already made it clear where his loyalty lay.

And for now, that was enough.

[eldritch-spouse]

Bregs obsession being a weirdo who secretly collected his cum in a jar who knows how and breg walking in on them slurping it like a regular drink

[Oh, you're so gross. I love you. Fem reader.]

TW: Unsanitary (cum jar TW? I dunno, it's gross.)

He can't really believe it.

There must be something wrong with his mind, with his sight, he's hallucinating. He's finally gone mad and this is what his melting brain chooses to taunt the breeder with.

It could be worse, all things considered. He has to admit that.

Out of all the horrid things a greatly perturbed mind could pluck from its many shelves of unfortunate life happenings, Breg's brain was the least bit merciful- And in the wake of his spontaneous insanity, he's only shown projections of you, eating his cum like it's frosting on a cake.

The monster remains stock still, partially hidden behind the door to the kitchen, black skin shimmering slightly in the pitch black darkness of your home, the only thing providing any light being the open freezer.

Breg didn't plan to get up from bed tonight. Sure, he finds it hard to sleep as many hours as humans apparently require, but that doesn't mean he can't cuddle you or play with your hair while you're deep into slumber. It just so happened that he did nap for a while, and when he woke, you weren't there. This had raised in the male no small amount of anxiety, and he began looking around for his mate. Perhaps it was wise of Breg not to call out for you, because he would have missed this marvel of a sight.

There you were, a decently-sized glass jar in your hand. The type you'd used to store jams or fancy desserts, the substance inside was of a pretty solid white coloration, nothing too off, so he wondered if you were going to cook something at that untimely hour. Said assumption died as soon as little hands unscrewed the lid. His nose never fails him, that was definitely fluid... After a quiet snort, Breg balked.

His cum?

That... Definitely smelled like him.

He sniffed again just to be sure, pelted with his own musk, even if masked by the coldness.

Why- Why did you have a jar of his seed? When did this happen, for that matter? Breg wasn't that surprised, you make him so horny he basically agrees to everything you want when you're touching him, but that didn't make this any less odd.

Some part of him soured. Were you selling it?

Again, his expectations are flung out the window, as the breeder watched you lick your lips, cheeks heated, slipping a single finger right into that mess and shoving it right in your mouth, a string of it falling to your chin. Breg could see your throat shift when you swallowed, making a quiet sigh of what he could only hope was contentment, before repeating the gesture.

He swears to anything out there his cocks never sprung up so fast.

It hurts actually, to get hard that fast. His slit is stretched before having had the time to warm up, Breg bites into his arm to muffle a groan of equal parts relief and mild pain. He can feel the events unfolding before him being burned into his frontal lobe, something he'll keep fresh in his mind for a while to thrill himself with.

It's one of the most puzzling but also erotic things the breeder has ever seen in his time outside captivity. Your short, pretty, now cum-stained tongue laps at slick pink lips and you forgo sucking on your fingers entirely in favor of tipping the jar directly into your mouth.

Oh fuck him. Fuck yes, Gods above yes. You filthy thing.

Breg feels his eyes bulge out under the layer of skin hiding them, stiffening -In many ways- As you almost chug it, audibly swallowing down his seed like it's the sweetest, most addicting treat one could ever hope to taste. You were never the type to waste his offer, now that Breg thinks a little, but he had no idea you loved it this much.

His cocks practically ooze to the floor, he wants to cry out from how hard he is, but the monster doesn't think he could forgive himself if he ruined the moment. The vision. The dream. Whatever the Hell this is, hardly reality.

This has to mean you love him as much as he loves you. There's no other explanation, you want him so bad and you're so taken with him that you'd collect the fruits of your love and eat it. So that it always remains with you at some capacity. Sure, his cocks throb, but so does his heart.

And then you had to moan.

The voice of self-control in Breg sits down and shrugs, telling him to do whatever at this point. His legs power him forward immediately and the monster stalks into the kitchen without so much as a click of claws on tiled floors. He's behind you in seconds, hovering like an unseen shadow, having to suppress the chirp from deep inside his throat when you make a gross slurp.

Do that again and he'll fucking cum.

A fever seizes his arms. He slams the fridge door closed. You're jarringly turned around, the container in your hands tumbling to the ground, thick enough not to break upon contact. Although you yelp and prepare to scream, the air to do such with is forced out of your figure when he pushes you down by the shoulders, forcing you to land on your knees. He'll regret this later, but right now, he's got other, urgent goals in mind.

You can't see anything in this blackness, but Breg gets to ogle you, a wet cock nudging your cheek while the other hovers untouched.

" W- What- "

" Please please please please- " As if he had the mind to say anything else, guiding a precum-soaked member to your lips desperately.

" Breg, I- " There's something akin to shame and timidity in your face.

" Please angel- It'll be quick. I'll come for you, as many times as you want, please I'm so hard. "

You gawk in what would be the general direction of his face, and he whimpers like a kicked dog until you finally slip the insistent length into your mouth, working at it. Breg sighs, then moans, as you focus on torturing the most sensitive parts. He fists his other girth with a fury, intent on keeping his promise.

" You- You don't think I'm gross? " His sweet angel must be joking.

" I think you should just tell me when you want my cum. " He nearly growls, a large hand edging you back to work. " Please harder. "

It doesn't take too long before you get more than a generous reward. It's hot and fresh as it slides down your throat, coats your mouth, chin and chest, the breeder more than happy to let you wring the rest out of him with that eager little tongue.

You seem secretly satisfied. Perhaps, in the dark, you forgot he can see your face perfectly fine. Breg grins as he resumes stroking his members in front of you.

" M-More? " He suggests.

He wakes up long before you. As usual.

Breg's planning on doing some simple errands for you, but of course, he hasn't forgotten your present. How could he?

There's a nasty little smirk on his vastly featureless face as he calmly walks back to your now shared bedroom.

Your bedside table is graced with a hefty, slightly bigger white jar filled to the brim. Warm, and perhaps clumsily cleaned.

Breg kisses your cheek before getting ready to leave.

He loves his mate so much.

[xplainthexmen]

Jay & Miles X-Plain the X-Men, Episode 462 - Angst and Continuity

In which the 1990s were very long; if you die in the simulation, you die in real life; Adrienne Frost is a bad person with good clothes; we judge the number 57; things just keep happening; and Penance somehow gets even more complicated.

X-PLAINED:

Bevatron

Generation X #55-57

The Hellions and their untimely demise (again)

Uncanny X-Men #281

A continuity conundrum

Many allusions and references

Cognitive dissonance

Dancing between the raindrops of continuity

Resolution

Emma Frost, triumphant

Fashion

Emplate (more) (again)

Propeller beanies

Feelings

Explosions

One way to solve a problem

Whether you should read Dazzler: The Movie

The worst possible power swaps

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[utilitycaster]

note: this is a lighthearted poll to vent frustrations about puzzles; I overall have really enjoyed the game, and you can also just hit da bricks with many of these puzzles or you know. watch a video on how to do it. Venting about a specific puzzle mechanic encouraged; venting about other things should be done on your own blog and not mine.

[ghulehvous]

IWD at the Ministry

Ministry Headquarters - All staff

6 March 2016

Dear Colleagues,

Tomorrow is International Women’s Day and we hope you will join us for some of the special activities taking place across the Ministry.

Sure, you’d have preferred the equal pay and opportunities for promotion that you asked for at our last all-staff meeting. We do appreciate that more work needs to be done around our gender pay gap but it’s just too complex right now because …well, actually we’re not sure why…our Board of Directors probably just doesn’t feel like handing out any more money to women. But hey, it’s only Mummy Dust, right?

Instead, we invite you to enjoy a free cupcake from the cafeteria (with special purple frosting!) and attend one of the dedicated sessions offered by our Papas Emeritii: 

Inspirational Women in Ministry History with Papa Nihil: Be inspired by what these amazing women managed to achieve despite being oppressed by, well, everyone, and/or dying an untimely death!  

Fabulous Florals with Papa Primo: Because all women love flowers and gardening, right?

Resting Bitch Face: A Masterclass with Papa Secondo: It’s a misogynistic term but let’s face it, you’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t. So why not let Papa Secondo help you deter unwanted advances from assholes in this practical workshop. 

Plenary: A practical guide to the female orgasm with Papa Terzo: This is exactly what you think it is, only common decency would not permit us to use Papa Terzo’s working title of “Come ‘n’ get it ladies”. We do not doubt that many of you will avail yourselves of the (admittedly deserved) smug bastard’s hands-on demonstrations. 

We look forward to seeing you there. 

NemA and kindest regards,

Ministry (In)Human Resources

(You can find the full set of Letters from the Ministry on my Ao3)

[crevicedwelling]

i feel like you would enjoy this story. A couple years ago we had a repeat visitor praying mantis who hung around near our flower bed by the front porch. The yard was like a moving carpet with the amount of crickets that year so it wasn't like she had to work hard to hunt 😨 She was a big girl too, much bigger than I'm used to seeing for a Carolina, so I'm pretty sure she was a granny as well and that ended up working out in her favor.

We called her Lady, both because she would just sit there and watch you like an elegant lady while you worked in the yard, and also because she was equally good at being right in the way leading to a lot of "hey LADY" while we tried to gently encourage her to not be in the path of danger 😂

So, once during that summer Lady apparently decided she was going to make a house call and come right up on the step. I guess chaos was calling and no one was around to answer for it. So there, right on the step she waited. I almost stepped on her before I noticed her huge booty and nearly refractured my spine yeeting myself backwards to avoid her untimely demise. 🤣 She waddled off after that. I'll never forget that silly mantis.

Thank you for sharing your bug friends/neighbors ❤️

lovely story! mantises have lots of personality

unfortunately, I would imagine very few if any mantises can live long enough to become grannies. all the eastern species I get (Chinese, Narrow-winged, European, and Carolina) only live for a few summer months and die with the first frosts. even the longer-lived tropical species rarely live over a year

[snidely-whipstache]

An Untimely Frost Chapter 19

Hello my dears I am back. 😈☕️💕🌈 Maria girlies this one is for you. 😘

@twilightofficial @rose-lily-hale @acewardcullen @effervescent-hoe @queertwilight @edgyboicullen @lemonadebottlecap @teamjacobthot @edwardsparklehands @leahclearwaterdefensesquad @leahcee @twihards-never-die @twilight-mademegay @the-most-pathetic-edge-marquis @emmettmc-heart-y @bellasredchevy @bellasdumptruckass @jacobsbadwig @jasperwhitcock @fookoff

[chickenkurage]

Frost would respond to their worries be saying he's fine at first and that he's already accepted it, but then be unable to stop the tears from coming up despite his best efforts.

No matter how Frost tries to stop the stream of tears falling down his cheeks, biting his lip, forcing that smile on his face, screaming at himself in his mind to stop the tears from showing them in front of his siblings, he just couldn't hide the pain anymore no matter how much he want to lock that vulnerability deep within his heart.

What is this? Frost was supposed to be fine. He already accepted the fact that he'd died in the real world. His life now starts in outernet together with his siblings... Everything was fine! He enjoyed talking with Vic, spending time with Cho and Dark, and hanging out with Sec and the Skittle gang. He should be perfectly content and fine... But he's not. He just couldn't forget how he left his mother alone in their financial struggle. How about DJ and his friends? How would they react to his untimely death? Every time these thoughts sprung up in his mind, his heart couldn't stop aching.

Sensing their little brother's distress as Frost tries to desperately wipe away the tears on his face, wordlessly, they all wrapped their arms around them until those sniffs turns to soft sobs in comfortable silence

..... :pp - JM

[mrsoharaa]

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ೃ࿐ Geto Suguru x Ariel’s frosty vacay ☃️❄️🤍

∘°❉°∘ This endearing frosty sabbatical inquires; a cozy lovely rented out cabin high in the frost bitten mountains surrounded by nothing but frosted trees and heavy blankets of thick powder, romantic horse back riding through the adoring snow, warm fireplace embraces (with, unfortunately and untimely,the intrusion of Satoru’s brunt appearance 🙄…but when we kick him out, heavy makeouts and more ensues 😌👀), long romantic walks through lit up trees and bushes that decorated with beautiful lights and the sound of the calming forests cooling winds and subtle bird singing in the distance, snuggly comforting sit outs in the rented cabins yard admiring the scenery with delicious hot cocoa and each others warm bodies, a lovely stroll through the distant towns gorgeously decorated shops and stand by’s (again, with the sudden appearance of one Gojo Satoru bargaining in our the gracious date, I’d bombard his ass with consistent uneven harden snowballs, all while Suguru just laughs…and eventually joins in) 🤍🥰

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[fodlansbestmom]

Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

indie Sothis + Sirius of the Fire Emblem series

Heavily headcanon based + canon divergent

OC + crossover friendly

“These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume.”

[ruckis-vandalizes]

"The Accident" - Order of the Stars : OC animatic

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CWs

Character Death

Light Gore

Blood

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Story, info, characters, and more!

Geragera's past comes back to haunt him as he relives one of the worst days of his eternal life through memory: the day He lost someone very dear to him, and he only has his own recklessness to blame. He never even got to confess to her. He regrets it everyday. Snow white colors and sunny pastels remind him of her...

When his old adventuring party hit a bad luck streak, Gera chose to blame fate and was determined to confront them. Most of the others in the party scolded him and told him it was a dumb idea, but Sindile was (hesitantly) supportive. If she couldn't talk him out of it, She at least wanted to assist him and fight by his side. He had denied her request to follow him. after all if he fell at least he could come back. There was no guarantee that she could, unlike Gera who can at least reconstitute. But like any good party member / good friend, she followed him in secret. It ultimately led to her untimely demise. having sacrificed herself, She took a hit that would have surely messed Gera up good and put him out of commission for more than a few days. or worse.

powerful frost magic, meant to attack the vital system and shut down body functions, freezing over whoever is hit. If you didn't fall to frostbite, more than likely you would be frozen solid and trapped.

Alas, sensing the danger it was Sindile who took the attack meant to ensnare Gera. The agony of such great loss gave him the strength to defeat the fates, and it only cost of his dear friend's life.

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Characters:

- Geragera Guffaw

https://toyhou.se/21085069.geragera-guffaw

- Sindile Ledus

https://toyhou.se/26456297.sindile-ledus

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[luru-mlp]

So first we start with our ‘Element of Magic’ protagonist.

Meet Midnight Aurora!! A descendant of Starlight Glimmer. Midnight is a unicorn living in Canterlot and attending Celestia’s old school for gifted unicorns. (Though at this point in time, it has undergone many changes to include other magic-wielding creatures.) While Midnight does seem gifted with extraordinary power like her ancestor, she is not able to control it as well as other unicorns. For this reason, she spends much of her time working alone, and attempting to better control her power. So far, she can only do basic spells without them backfiring catastrophically.

One day, during a lecture in class, Midnight attempts to follow along with the spells being performed. At first, she seems to have some modicum of control, until her anxiety gets the better of her as multiple other students begin to whisper and place bets on how spectacularly she will fail this time. She loses control, resulting in a spell similar to Starlight’s, where she begins to unnaturally steal the cutie marks around her. Anyone caught within a short distance of Midnight begins to lose their cutie marks, and thus, their magic. It isn’t until a nearby Pegasus manages to fly his way in that she is rescued.

Though he is clumsy, he offers no real backstory as to how and why he was there, nor does he seem to remember a lot of things in his youth. However, he manages to break through Midnight’s spell and calm her down.

STORYTIME END, NOW WE DISCUSS HER CHARACTER!!!!

I knew I wanted at least one of the mane six to be a descendant or the original characters (not ALL of them, though.) At first I genuinely considered Twilight, since a magical descendant would be perfect to fulfill this role. But it didn’t make a lot of sense for me. Plus, I wanted this character to have no relation to Twilight, as she’s had her time as the protagonist. Now it’s time for the new one! And we all loved Starlight’s inclusion in the story, despite how little of her we got. Starlight is one of my favorite ponies.. so it makes sense that I’d include her! Plus, it could be a cute idea that Starlight’s descendant doesn’t have as good control over her magic as Starlight used to, leaving Midnight with some pretty big horseshoes to fill.

Her cutie mark is an aurora borealis with a large, four-pointed star. I chose this because I thought it looked good, and complimented her name. I also wanted something similar to, but not exactly like Starlight Glimmer’s cutie mark, to showcase that they are related, despite the massive time jump between them. Star cutie marks often hold relation to excellent magic users in the show, so I thought this would fit.

Family time!!

Midnight Aurora is the daughter of Glitter Star (female, unicorn) and Frost Moon (male, pegasus.) Glimmer Star is remembered as a kind soul, with the ability to project images of the stars using her horn. She held no real interest in magic, and worked as a stargazer until her untimely death. Frost Moon was a legend amongst many pegasi. He worked alongside the weather crew in Cloudsdale before meeting Glitter, and is well known for clearing a winter sky single-HOOF-edly (hehe) during a winter wrap-up. He still works as the weather crew now, and Midnight refuses to speak to him. This is because shortly after Glitter’s death, Frost Moon found another Pegasus that he fell in love with. Midnight was angered by this, especially when the two bore a child. (Midnight was still fairly young when this happened, probably her teen years.) So as soon as she was able, she moved out and refused to speak to Frost Moon ever again.

Frost Moon deeply misses his daughter, but has not approached her. He believes it best to let Midnight figure things out for herself. He also doesn’t wish to neglect his new family in the process. We’ll go over him more, later.

PERSONALITTTYYY

Midnight Aurora is a very persistent and stubborn unicorn. Despite not being very studious or good at controlling her magic, she refuses to give up. She wants to succeed and prove that she is an excellent magic wielder. She loves to stargaze, as it reminds her of her mother before her passing. Her favorite food is zap apple jam, and she will put that on absolutely ANYTHING!!! Even if it looks or sounds nasty. She appears very antisocial, but if she were ever to talk to somepony who shared her interests, she would hold very lively conversations.

[fafnir19]

The Angel Makers' Heir - Part I

As I step into the vibrant hall of the quaint inn, joy and laughter emanate from every corner. A vivacious spirit fills the space, warming the air with a sense of conviviality. Approaching me is a woman in her nineties, engaged in the meticulous task of arranging the seating. "May I inquire your name?" she asks, her tone tinged with curiosity. "Luci," I respond with a warm smile, "short for Lucius, but everyone calls me Luci." At my name, the elderly woman—whom I later learn is named Ina—wears a look of disbelief. "Luci? That simply can't be right. Luci should be a girl's name," she insists, her uncertainty palpable. I chuckle softly, dismissing her doubt. "It's just a nickname for Lucius, but I've always gone by Luci. And about my parents—" Before I can continue, Ina interjects, her gaze searching for affirmation. "Are you sure they are truly your parents?" she probes, her eyes fixed intently on me. I recount with a casual air, "Well, pretty sure. I was born on a Sunday right in the living room at home. Almost all the women in my family are midwives, you see." Ina falls silent, a thoughtful expression settling upon her features, before guiding me to my designated seat.

As revelry fills the inn, the tempest outside intensifies, and my gaze is drawn to the towering dike. There, a distinct figure comes into view—a three-legged, white stallion. Concern grips me, and I suggest to a fellow guest, "Shouldn't we bring that animal in from the dike in this weather?" My inquiry is met with skepticism, the other guest attributing it to inebriation, insisting that I am seeing things that are simply not there.

Ina overhears our exchange and turns visibly pale, her reaction disconcerting. With the evening advancing, the storm rages on, and the overseer of the dike calls upon all men for dike defense. Attempting to restrain me, Ina becomes increasingly distressed, adamantly protesting, "Luci must not go to the dike! He will bring tragedy upon us all!" The dike overseer, perturbed by Ina's outburst, advises me to remain within the inn, expressing concern for her well-being and citing my lack of familiarity with dike defense. Eventually, the dike gives way at the very spot where I had spotted the three-legged stallion. Although swift repairs are made, a man tragically loses his life in the process. The next morning, as the storm's fervor abates, I board the ferry back to the city. My spirits are heavy—I had been in the company of the man who met his untimely end by the relentless sea just a short while ago. As the city grows closer and the island retreats from view, I am overcome with relief at the thought of leaving that eerie isle behind. Yet, the unsettling events of the past night linger with an indelible weight. In the ensuing weeks, the relentless drudgery of everyday life slowly eclipses the unsettling events of the island. Despite this, an uncanny presence continues to lurk in the recesses of my thoughts.

Several months have passed, and I find myself engrossed in my evening duties at the local retirement home. I worked there to earn money to afford my university studies. The quiet hallways whisper with the hushed murmurs of the residents, and a sense of tranquility permeates the air. It is amid this serene setting that I chance upon a peculiar sight—a three-legged stallion, the very same from the island, gazes through the frosted window. I am taken aback, for it seems inconceivable that the creature has traversed the distance to be here. Yet, as I cast a glance around the quiet corridor, I realize that I am the sole witness to its spectral visit.

The following day, upon my arrival at the retirement home, I am met with the somber news of a resident's passing. It strikes me that the enigmatic stallion had appeared just before their demise, unsettling my thoughts with its inexplicable presence. In the wake of this disquieting revelation, I find myself contemplating the unsettling connection and the enigmatic forces at play. My mind becomes increasingly consumed by questions that remain unanswered, whispering of inexplicable connections and spectral omens. The weeks pass with an unshakeable unease, and I find myself continually drawn back to the island and its inscrutable inhabitants with relentless curiosity. Driven by an unwavering resolve to unravel the mysteries that linger in the island's embrace, I embark on a solitary journey in pursuit of understanding. As the ferry carries me over the swelling waves, I grapple with a blend of trepidation and unyielding determination. The shores of the island draw nearer, and with their arrival, a faint but unmistakable suggestion of ancient secrets etched into the very fabric of the land begins to unfurl.