#noah tt

[thescrizzlersupreme]

Tribetwelve headcanons

[psychobotz]

tribetwelve in the big 26

[operator-pillz]

Tribetwelve + EMH shitposting bc of my autism . Enjoy !

[devinerot]

its so difficult finding good images to edit but i made some more, not all of them fit into this post but ill just post more separately !

they're plaguing my brain <33

[prettiestvampiressinthecoven]

Can't believe they cropped me out 😔😔😔

[residentfag]

Slenderverse characters while drunk:

Tw: alcohol

Jay: Stupid drunk. Someone leaves the room and he thinks they're gone forever

Tim: Sad drunk. Cries about past childhood trauma

Brian: Funny drunk: Tells Jokes

Alex: Angry drunk: Not like starting fights, but like, just mad at everyone

Jessica: Has never gotten drunk in her life

Vinny: Sad/Funny drunk. Half of the time hes funny, other half he just cries. Its a 50/50 chance of either

Evan: Fighting drunk. He tries to fight everyone, dont let him fight anyone, he will lose

Jeff: Mom drunk: acts like your mom, you fall while drunk, he will help you. He will probably fall with you tho

Alex: Jeff would kill him if he drank alcohol, that doesnt stop Evan from giving the kid sips of his drink though

Noah: Absolute dumbass

[jatne-jezra]

i am,, c rying

[just-a-creep-babe]

H-hey can I possibly get a n-Noah x reader maybe smutty...........if you do thank you a lot

Issssss just a weee itty bitty bit smutty, more so hinted at than anything 😶

And holy shIT thank you for 800+ followers!! I can’t believe so many people are interested in my content!! Thank uwu so much 💕💓💞

~Requests are closed but you can commission me here~

Masterlist: x

You know he’s had a nightmare when you feel his arms coil tightly around you, body shuddering faintly against yours

With your back flush to his chest, you can’t miss the frantic beating of his thumping heart

You sigh, half asleep, rubbing your thumb along the arm wrapped around your belly

“You wanna talk about it?”

His answer is a strained chuckle

“No. I don’t”

You can still hear the alarm and stress in his voice

Another sigh, not in spite of Noah, but more so the horrors that plague him, and you sit up

“(Y/n), you—”

“Shh, it’s alright. Come, let’s go for a shower”

You reach for his hand, which he lets you take, and then you’re leading him out of bed and into the bathroom

You don’t bother turning the lights on as you start running the water

You feel his gaze on you, lingering, wondering if you’ve yet become sick of him and his baggage

So you turn to him, cup his cheek, his stubble prickling the palm of your hand

And you have to stand on the tip of your toes to reach and gently place a kiss to his lips

He doesn’t kiss back, not at first

His hands find purchase around your hips and he just holds you there, keeping you still, clutching you close

You run your hands through his hair and only then does he hesitantly give in

Tense muscles relax beneath your touch, his thumb tracing circles beneath the hem of your shirt before slowly moving up, dragging the fabric along

You find yourself slipping out of the material, left only in your panties but otherwise bare in front of him

With his eyes fully adjusted to the darkness, he drinks up the sight of you

Large hands caress your sides

“You have work tomorrow,” he murmurs

It’s a jarring thing to say, so strangely out of place that it takes you a moment to realize what he’s getting to

“S’fine, I‘ll fall back asleep after”

When he doesn’t say anything, you continue, “it’s not your fault, baby. Besides, I’ve been sleeping perfectly fine. A few lost hours won’t make a difference”

And yet, you both know it does make a difference

The monsters that are after him, whatever they are and whatever they want, have started taking a liking to you as well

The few peaceful nights of rest laid out before you are numbered, and he knows this

Knows it’s his fault

He leans in, his forehead pressing into yours

You close your eyes against him, enjoying the brief, quiet stillness

When you reopen them, you find the bathroom’s filled with steam

Your hands move from his face to his collarbone, to his chest and then his stomach and, finally, to the hem of his pajama pants

“Come, baby, let me take care of you”