#he’s sick

[viriborne]

Mc being a major political talking point in the Devildom has made then somewhat of a celebrity which culminates in them having a small subsection of dedicated fans that write like. horny fanfiction about them.

They find this out one day and post “I can’t believe people write fanfics about me lol” on whatever the Devildom version of Tumblr is and Leviathan dick-rides via reblogging and saying shit like “ROFL yeah RPF writers are so weird!! I mean, even *I* think it’s gross lolololol.” And writes a whole paragraph abt how invasive it is like he doesn’t have 30 tabs of various absolutely degenerate “MC x Reader” fics open in incognito.

[iguessricciardo]

[chromesturn]

i think about this literally every day.

[hasello]

my Sonic au, which I call „born to be enemies, forced to be besties”

a little comic here

[doakarma]

I feel like death

[kendalroys]

🏳️‍🌈❓

[crow-aeris]

WIP | Timkon sicfic ft. damian

This takes place in the Benign feathers verse, bcs i’m absolutely normal about my own au 👍🏼

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He gasped, clenching his teeth as his dislocated wing was jostled. Tim limped along, forcing open the window to his safehouse before slipping inside.

A low whimper of pain stuttered through his throat as sweat beaded along his skin. His claws dug into the thick material of his pants, and he pressed his forehead against the cool, wooden floor. A feverish haze flitted through his mind, and Tim cursed himself for going while sick. Duke had said he'd take over for Tim, but past-Tim had been an idiot and insisted on going out as Wraith.

The falcon whimpered again, the pain throbbing uncomfortably in time with his heartbeat.

"Wraith!" someone's voice filtered through Tim's ears. Did he forget to disconnect his comm? "Wraith, what's wrong? What happened? Where are you?"

He quivered weakly. Pained chirps and calls for help escaped his lips as his trembling fingers refused to detach from his pants. Tim could hear the voice continue to call for him, but none of the words seemed to register.

There was a whooshing sound followed by something opening and closing. Tim twitched, but he couldn't lift his head from the floor. His chest felt tight, but the falcon couldn't breathe. Where did all the oxygen go?

"What happened, Birdie?" a familiar voice sighed. Dry hands gently lifted Tim's face from the floor and brushed back the sweat-slick hair that clung to his face. The cool skin pressed against his forehead, draining away the heat and peeling off the damp and uncomfortable mask.

Tim chirped weakly, his eyes still closed as he leaned into the person's touch. His claws remain fisted in his pants, and Tim doesn't think he'll be able to let go soon.

"Yeah, his right wing is dislocated, and he's running a pretty high fever," the person said. Tim whimpered at their disapproving tone, tears springing to his eyes as his grip tightened. "No, sweetheart, I'm not mad at you."

Careful fingers tugged through Tim's hair, brushing the strands, untangling the knots, and lightly scratching his scalp.

"Yeah, he's really out of it. I don't think I'll be able to pop his wing back in while he's like this. Can you send Seraph? Yeah, he'll be fine- I need whoever's closest... Okay, thank you," the hands shifted, and Tim was pulled closer into the person's embrace. The movement jostled his wing, and Tim couldn't help the pained gasp.

"I'm sorry. I know it hurts, Tim, I know. It's gonna be okay. You're gonna be alright. Your brother's coming over to help pop your wing in, and you'll be all better. I know you hate it when he finds your safehouses, but I can't fix you up like this. Honestly, this is your fault. Why did you have to go out?" the person sighed, their tone incredibly fond yet equally exasperated. Tim burrowed his face into the crook of their neck, the words passing through his ears like salt through a net.

"You just had to go out patrolling today, didn't you? You know, when we first met, I thought you were gonna be an asshole like all of those other rich Gotham people. You already knew who I was back then, didn't you?

If someone had told little me that I would fall for you of all people, then I would've called them crazy! But... when you died, when I heard your heart stop... God, I think a part of me died with you. Bart just... stopped, and Cassie didn't speak at all afterward. I'm so glad you're back, Tim, and I know I don't tell you this enough, but-"

"Clone."

"... Reaper," the person's tone shifted, and Tim whined and pressed his cheek against the person's.

"Hand him over."

"I… don't think he'd like that very much."

"...Fine. Hold Timothy steady, I don't want him to jerk around and make things worse."

"Will do," they said, and Tim felt a familiar sensation spread across him. It felt similar to a comforting blanket.

Hands grabbed onto his wing, sending a shock of pain through his entire body. But before Tim could react, his wing was popped back into his socket, and he screamed.

"It's okay," the person breathed, their voice close to Tim's ear lips against the strands of his hair as the falcon sobbed, "You're okay, Tim, you're okay."

"Kon," he sobbed, "Conner, Kon- Kon."

The name tasted like a plea and a prayer on Tim's tongue as the tactile telekinesis faded from his skin.

"I'm here," The Kryptonian held him close, and Tim's talons reached up to cling to Kon's back. Tears ran rivers and trails down his face, dampening Kon's shoulders as Tim sobbed and blubbered, "I'm here- I'm here."

"He's running a fever," the other voice commented with disdain, "and delirious."

"You're just jealous that he's clinging onto me instead of you," Kon huffed, his voice bordering on smug under the worry.

"Silence yourself; you are the most inferior Kryptonian I have ever met."

"And you are the most jealous Bat I have ever met," Conner returned as he braced Tim against his hip; the alien was strong enough to carry the vigilante anyway.

Tim leaned back and rubbed his cheek against Kon's face, sighing as his feverish skin cooled slightly. A happy chirp fell from his lip as Kon pressed back, his instincts crowing in glee at the physical contact.

"You are so fortunate that I am susucceptible to diseases."

The vague cotton that stuffed his brain quickly cleared to reveal a bright recognition. Tim blinked open his eyes, wincing at the bright light before peering past Kon's shoulder to see Damian rummaging around the kitchen.

"Tt. Timothy's kitchen is so... bare."

"This isn't his main safe house," Kon said, "I'll try and get him to change into something else. Can you go and grab some medicine or something? Anything to lower his fever before it gets worse."

There was a vague hum before they were moving. Tim's eyes had slipped shut again, and he returned to his boneless state within Kon's arms.

"You're really out of it, aren't you?" Kon mused as he tried to peel a clingy Tim off of him.

He whined, pouting up at Kon when he finally managed to detangle Tim's limbs from his own, a fond smile on his face. "Come back."

"Wow, so demanding," Kon rolled his eyes, "not even a please?"

Tim pouted, "Please?"

"... Okay, that's not fair in the slightest........ Alright fine. C'mon, you shady bird, arms up!"

He grumbled but complied, sighing as Kon carefully tugged the suit off him, and the cool air graced his too-warm skin.

[honeycrispjamz]

ok sorry hi ive been rewatching and havent had time to send anything. a thing thats been sticking out to me is that coach ben seems to pick up on nat being traumatized prior to the crash and needing an authority figure to just. be there for her but hes completely helpless when it comes to misty. going off of implications & the script he doesnt notice At All how anything could be affecting her until she breaks down on the cliff. having a lot of hateful thoughts about him. (hes also able/willing to fill that role for travis as soon as he needs it but ill give ben the benefit of the doubt and say that hes seen in person that coach martinez was shitty. whether he did or mentioned anything about it would be questionable and a very probable No but. its the thought that counts)

I think he can’t find any reason to relate to Misty, so he has no sympathy for her. He can relate to both Travis and Natalie in some ways, or at least enough to show the two of them a level of respect that most other adults refuse to show them. He clearly cares for Natalie, but that soon falls apart when she chooses the other girls over him. Which of course she would! These girls have given everything to keep her alive, to keep each other alive, and Ben has done… what, exactly? It’s so wild to me that he expected her to abandon her pack, her family…

Misty is just another child to him, but not in the way where he feels he needs to protect her or needs to guide her— instead, he tries to silence her, to make her seen and not heard. She’s only useful to him when she’s keeping him alive, and once she kind of stops doing that… he really doesn’t give a fuck. He doesn’t care that she has a twisted view of romance, doesn’t care that she (like Natalie) is a traumatized girl stuck in the middle of nowhere hopelessly latching on to any connections she can make.,,,,

[trulymadlykiki]

Lewis Hamilton in Stella McCartney FA24

[tteokdoroki]

facing the sick reality that best friend isagi pays the guys you date to treat you like shit so that you come running back into his arms

[bruisedboys]

some men need to keep their horrendously good looks to themselves. this is directed at aaron taylor johnson btw

[princessbrunette]

OMG FR I WAS LIKE HUH..??😭😭

IJBOLLL

[wayvtual]

i can’t believe seungyoun performed hope to be like you at every concert except for the one i went to personally like how could he do this to me

[iguessricciardo]

“are you with redbull?”

“hopefully”

[danielverstappen]

boy car doesn’t even SOUND sexy i hate it here

[sammysprincess]

sammy being a flirty fuck, i hate him

via: _gvfarmy_ on ig