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[aideneverybody]

⬆️ tags of prev. Same spoiler warnings for this post I guess? Maybe?? Spoilers for Arcane S2 in general. By the way, delicious art. Kicking my feet giggling

Regarding the last one, I’ve developed a coping strategy AU!

They blip out of That Dimension and end up in basically 21st century earth, so like right now.

They both get to be human-y again with some side effects I won’t yap about-

But I think it’s very funny, like it could go one of three ways

1. They go “fuck it we have a redo let’s just be happy” and live normal people lives (the universe doesn’t like Viktor so he gets all of the illness side effects without it being fatal🥰)

2. They pull the normal kind of “oh I’m gonna share all the stuff of the future (minus Hextech because that was an absolute nightmare) and help this society evolve quicker!!” type thing, keep being inventors but really famous and all that,

OR, my favourite(/hj)

3. They TRY the “oh I’m gonna share all the stuff of the future (minus Hextech because that was an absolute nightmare) and help this society evolve quicker!!” thing but because the 21st century earth is so different compared to Their Universe and place, not only are the conditions more uncomfortable but their resources are more limited due to. yknow. earth. 21st century. yeah. So they try to share their ideas and things from Their Universe and people just think they’re crazy asf. Like. Who are these old men yapping about why not to use glorified blue jolly ranchers? why do they go from agreeing to not agreeing in the timespan of Fergalicious back and forth? toxic yaoi real?? nobody knows. So they’re still inventors but and getting bi by but not as famous. People think they’re just odd.

I’m building this in my head you guyz it’s crazy

They have apartment neighbors and plants and cats and eugh domestic I CANT—

"there is beauty in imperfections"

[aventurineswife]

can i request boothill, aventurine, and jing yuan with a jealous gender neutral reader? every time the jealousy tag is added to a fic, it’s always for the character and leaves me wondering what the opposite would be like. feel free to delete if you’ve written something like this before and thank you for your service to the hsr community 🫡

Jealousy, Jealousy

Tags: Boothill x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Jealousy, Emotional Conflict, Fluff with Minor Angst, Romantic Tension, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Protective Partner, Light Humor (?).

Warnings: Mild jealousy and insecurity themes, Brief mentions of violence or conflict(?), Emotional vulnerability, Slight suggestive undertones (Aventurine's part).

A/N: Totally get you because there's not many fics out there where Reader is the ONE who's jealous 🫣, I did the opposite one where the characters were jealous so this my first time writing where the Reader is jealous. Hope you love it!

The smoky haze of the cantina mingled with the scent of leather and gunpowder, a typical night for Boothill. The Galaxy Ranger leaned against the bar, his mechanical fingers tracing the rim of a half-full glass of whiskey. You stood nearby, trying to keep your composure as a stranger—a suave-looking gunslinger—sidled up to Boothill with a sly grin.

“You’ve got quite the reputation,” the stranger drawled, tipping their hat. “A sharpshooter like you must’ve broken a few hearts.”

Boothill chuckled, showing his shark-like teeth. “Nah, hearts ain’t my target. Bullets don’t play favorites.”

The stranger laughed and leaned closer, their words drowned out by the raucous music, but their intentions were crystal clear. Your chest tightened as you watched Boothill’s sharp eyes glint with amusement.

“Hey,” you interrupted, your voice steady but laced with irritation. “Boothill, aren’t you forgetting something?”

He turned to you, eyebrow raised. “What’s that, partner?”

“That I’m the only one who gets to sit that close to you.” you said firmly, crossing your arms.

Boothill’s grin widened as he pushed the stranger back with a mechanical hand. “Well, ain’t that somethin’? Looks like I’m already claimed.” He stood, draping his arm around your shoulders. “Guess you’ll have to find another cowboy to sweet-talk.”

The stranger huffed and walked off, leaving you and Boothill alone. He leaned closer, his voice soft and teasing. “Didn’t know you were the jealous type, sugar.”

You jabbed a finger at his chest. “Maybe if you weren’t so charming, I wouldn’t have to be.”

Boothill laughed, his voice rich and warm. “Don’t you worry. You’re the only one who’s got a claim on this gunslinger.”

The roulette wheel spun, its clinking sound echoing through the luxurious casino. Aventurine stood at the center of attention, effortlessly charming the crowd with his flamboyant gestures and glittering smile. His eyes glinted as he placed another bet, drawing cheers from his admirers.

You stood on the sidelines, your jaw clenched as a particularly bold admirer leaned over, whispering something in his ear. Aventurine’s laughter rang out, smooth and melodious, but it only fueled the fire simmering within you.

You strode forward, catching his wrist just as he reached for another stack of chips. “Having fun?” you asked, your tone sharp enough to slice through his entourage's chatter.

Aventurine blinked, then grinned, clearly amused by your sudden intrusion. “Ah, my lucky charm,” he said, pulling you closer. “Jealous, are we?”

“Maybe I wouldn’t be if you weren’t flirting with half the casino.” you shot back, narrowing your eyes.

He raised an eyebrow, his expression equal parts playful and sincere. “Now, now. You know there’s only one person I’m truly invested in.”

“Then maybe show it more often,” you muttered, glancing at the crowd still watching him with longing gazes.

Aventurine chuckled and leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “If it helps, I only play games I know I’ll win. And with you, darling, the jackpot’s already mine.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at your lips. Aventurine’s charm was infuriatingly effective, and he knew it.

The sun filtered through the branches of the garden, casting dappled shadows on the stone pathway. Jing Yuan reclined on a bench, his eyes half-lidded as he enjoyed the rare moment of peace. You approached quietly, only to pause as you spotted a young soldier eagerly engaging him in conversation.

“You’re so wise, General,” the soldier gushed. “It’s no wonder everyone looks up to you.”

Jing Yuan chuckled, his deep voice smooth as silk. “Wisdom comes with age, and age comes with its own set of burdens.”

The soldier blushed, clearly enamored. Your hands curled into fists as jealousy bubbled up. Jing Yuan noticed your approach, his gaze softening. “Ah, there you are,” he said, waving you over. “Come, join us.”

The soldier glanced at you but didn’t move, still lingering too close for comfort. You stepped forward, meeting Jing Yuan’s gaze with a pointed look. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Not at all,” he replied, patting the bench beside him. “We were just discussing the importance of patience in leadership.”

“I see,” you said, your voice cool. “Well, I hope the lesson was enlightening.”

The soldier finally took the hint and excused themselves, leaving you and Jing Yuan alone. He tilted his head, studying you with a knowing smile. “You seemed… displeased.”

“Maybe I don’t like sharing.” you admitted, crossing your arms.

Jing Yuan reached out, taking your hand in his. “You have nothing to worry about. My heart belongs to you, and no amount of flattery will change that.”

You sighed, feeling the tension drain away as his thumb brushed against your knuckles. “You’re lucky you’re so convincing.”

He chuckled, pulling you closer. “And you’re lucky I find your jealousy endearing.”

[alexanderwales]

One of the things they went over when I took linguistics was the "euphemism treadmill", the tendency of initially-clinical or neutral words to undergo pejoration to the point that someone felt the need to replace the pejorated word with one that was clinical or neutral. And then of course the process of pejoration would start again.

The best example of this were words related to what we now call intellectual disability. In the past, "idiot", "simpleton", "moron", "feeble-minded", and "imbecile" were all relatively clinical terms. (This is one of those things that's often repeated, but if you go looking at newspapers from the 1920s, you do kind of wonder whether the negative connotations were just completely acceptable then, especially when they're talking about the successes of sterilizing the feeble-minded.)

The reason that pejoration happens is that while the word changes, the societal attitude toward the underlying thing most often does not, and so if they change the word and declare that this new word is totally neutral, then society's negative view is just going to keep making those words take on bad connotations. This will happen even with the most anodyne descriptions, like "mentally handicapped", which Google will inform you with a little warning is offensive and dated.

The linguistics class I took in the early 2000s spent a little time on the word "retarded", which by then was well on its way to complete pejoration (federal law was changed in 2010, from "mental retardation" to "intellectual disability"), but had not reached the point when it was "the r-slur". If I recall correctly, this was when "mentally handicapped" was still relatively in vogue, and sitting in that classroom I had thought that "retard" was going to go the way of "moron", a word that was used exclusively in a disparaging way. I thought it would be about as acceptable as calling someone an imbecile, I guess, which is impolite but which doesn't rise to the level of "slur".

But no, I was wrong. The euphemism treadmill will probably continue because we have not done anything about the underlying condition (that people with intellectual disabilities are less valued and looked down on), but "retard" has now become a slur, even if every other fucking word for low intelligence is still in common use as a disparagement.

It's wild how much you can see people dancing around this. I said above that Google gives an "offensive and outdated" tag to the term "mentally handicapped", but they also give that to "retarded". However, if you go to "imbecile" they don't give that tag. To save you the trouble of looking it up:

noun: imbecile; plural noun: imbeciles

a stupid person.

archaic a person of low intelligence.

Ah, lovely. So it's okay, because it just means "a stupid person", it used to mean "a person of low intelligence", but it doesn't mean that any more, so ... not offensive, I guess?

Except hold on, what does "stupid" mean again?

adjective: stupid; comparative adjective: stupider; superlative adjective: stupidest

having or showing a great lack of intelligence or common sense.

Oh, okay, I see. So in the archaic sense "imbecile" meant a person of low intelligence, but now it means a person who has a lack of intelligence. Totally different, very understandable. Nevermind that "imbecile" was pejorated in the same way that "retard" was, and that using a negative word to refer to someone who is lacking intelligence is basically the same thing.

I think if you want to fight against the pejorative use of the word "retard", you should probably be fighting against a lot more words, and you should definitely be fighting against the societal view that people with lower intelligence are lesser. You can fight the language issue all you want, but it's just going to lead to more cycles of pejoration. There's no way that switching over to saying "person with a learning disability" (as it seems the UK bureaucrats now favor) is going to somehow end it.

Personally, I'm the kind of person who just goes with the flow. I think people with intellectual disabilities are just as much people as anyone else, deserving of care and compassion, but I also value intelligence at least as much as my surrounding society does, and while I do make attempts to temper my language, saying that an idea is stupid rather than casting contempt on a person who is stupid, that's a mighty fine line to tow, and ... people just don't care. If I call a politician a moron, no one will bat an eye. I will refrain from saying the r-word, because people get mad at you when you do that. I think if I got hit in the head tomorrow and became intellectually disabled, I would be more or less happy with this.

I don't have a strong principled stance, more a stance of "come on, what are we doing here". Euphemism treadmill goes brrrr, language gonna language, I just wish the whole linguistic and social process didn't feel like some out of control machine that wasn't actually doing anything for anyone, and that people would pay more attention to the underlying mechanisms for how/why pejoration actually works. Changing the word is not going to usher in an era of understanding and equality, we've proven that, haven't we?

[superhoeva]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘: 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄

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⬩ pairing(s) gomez inspired!simon "ghost" riley x morticia inspired!fem!reader

⬩ warning(s) sabrina carpenter (heavily mentioned), violence (mentioned), guns (mentioned), the kids having a blast, humor (i hope!), confused!dad!simon, mom!reader

⬩ author's note hi my loves! simon and wifey having a night in is still in progress but i still wanted to write something for the rileys! as a sabrina carpenter fan, i absolutely love this one and i hope you do as well. thank you for all of the love on the two fics released so far! much more to come! <3 (lovely divider is by @wethairjoel)

⬩ word count 0.4k

Something… odd is coming from the living room. Upbeat. Annoyingly familiar and Simon’s blood starts to itch when he can’t place it. The man gives in with a mix of a grunt and sigh, easing into the room with furrowed eyebrows.

Simon has to pause at the sight he’s met with. A blast of bright pop music smacks him in the face. As does the way Reaper bounces in a happy dance around his sister, who’s completely enamored by the television screen. A summery music video plays–filled with swimsuits and umbrellas and too much orange for Simon to appreciate.

“Little Devils?”

Reaper answers without pausing his jumping.

“Yes, Papa?”

“What’s this now?”

“A new song we like. Isn’t it nice, Papa?”

Simon thinks for a moment, tongue sliding across the inside of his cheek. “Well, she’s very… blonde.”

“You’re blonde, Papa,” Raven reminds him, and Simon would laugh if it wasn’t for the repetitive melody sounding over and over again.

“Who showed ya this, anyway?”

“Mama.”

Oh, alright. You showed them this–wait… what? You? His beautiful, brooding wife?

“They were talking about her at school, too. She’s very pretty… but not as pretty as Mama.”

Another hm is all Simon can hum in agreement. His eyes trail back to his son, to his daughter, then back to his son again. With the way he’s moving, he’ll sleep just fine tonight.

Simon flicks back to the telly. What is this woman even talking about?

“Wha' is she even talkin’ about, lovies?”

Reaper answers his father, out of breath but still moving. “‘Bout how she has to work late.”

“Why’s she workin’ late?”

“‘Cause she’s a singer,” Raven replies this time, not even noticing how she sings the response. Bloody hell… as long as they’re having fun, he guesses.

Simon finds you in your office, expression scarily similar to Raven’s as you stare at your computer screen. Entranced by the same woman his children are listening to just down the hall.

“You too, pretty?”

You nuzzle against the tender hand he places on your shoulder, Simon warming and pressing a kiss on your head at the affection. “She’s actually quite interesting, my love. Watch…”

Simon sighs but obeys, eyes focusing on where your laptop plays a music video. Very different from the one Raven and Reaper are enjoying. This has knives and blood and shotguns and injury. All of which forces a tilt of the head from Simon.

“This is…” your husband trails off, unable to find the words. “'S quite nice.”

“It’s magnificent,” you mumble, transfixed at how Sabrina Carpenter looks with a wooden fence sticking through her middle. “They’re magnificent.”

Funny enough, Simon is the one who rewinds the video as soon as it’s ending, tapping you to stand so he can take your seat and pull you onto his lap. Arms wrapped around your middle and chin settled on your shoulder. Eyes blazing with delight at the viciousness of the video.

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

[meelusinee]

JUST A LITTLE RAIN ☆ M.R X READER

in which mattheo falls in love with the rain because of you

pairing: lovesick!mattheo riddle x reader

tags: lovesick mattheo, fem reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: just fluffity fluff

author’s note: part three of the lovesick!mattheo series! i’ve been really tired recently (not really an issue, just me having a bad sleep schedule) so i’m hoping this wording makes sense! thank you guys so much for the support, especially the first part of this series???? its almost at 1k?????

JUST A LITTLE RAIN | M.R X READER

It was a rainy day at Hogwarts, your eyes looking out at the rain pattered against the large windows. Sometimes the rain made you feel like a small kid watching the snow again, the rush of running outside and tasting it on your tongue getting you sick too many times to mention.

Ever since you started dating Mattheo, that habit seemed to reach out to him. 

Sometimes you would convince him to sit by the window with you, reading you a book while you rested your head on his lap. Or other times, you’d convince him to take you out on a broom ride, your bodies hovering no more than a couple of inches over the pitch just in case.

Mattheo found himself associating the rain with you more and more every day.

It was something he came to love.

“It’s raining,” Mattheo whispered, his head resting on his knuckles as he looked out the window.

Him and Theodore were inside of the library and studying, something he committed himself to when he started dating you. Especially to topics you struggled with, hoping that his ability to help you would mean you spent more time together.

The rain distracted him though, reminding him of you napping in his dorm.

“Do you want to move?” Theo asked.

“Why would I move?” he asked confusedly. 

Theo shrugged, looking up from his book. “You usually don’t like the rain. Messes with your hair.”

“I like the rain now,” he said simply, looking outside. There was a small race happening between two of the rain drops, and he was absolutely captivated. “I think the second one will win.”

“Second, what now?” Theo asked. 

“The second raindrop,” he said calmly, pointing to the raindrop dropping on the right. “The one on this side is gonna win.”

“Right,” Theo drawled out, watching as it gained momentum and dropped first.

“See?” Mattheo smiled softly, pointing at the raindrop that fell. “I learned how to predict them, they have a certain density to the ones that fall first. It’s hard to tell, but Y/N always smiled whenever I guess them right.”

“You are so down bad.” Theo chuckled under his breath, shaking his head.

“What?” Mattheo asked defensively. “I like seeing my girlfriend smile!”

“Down bad.” Theo smirked, rolling his eyes as he leaned over and patted Mattheo’s hand. “It’s okay though, we still appreciate you.”

“Hush.” he said, rolling his eyes back. “I love her.”

“I can tell.” Theo smirked, continuing to pat Mattheo’s hand. “You tell me it every day.”

“Do I?” he asked curiously.

“When you wake up you tell her,” Theo began to list the events on his fingers. “At breakfast, every time you’re late to class because you were walking her, when you plate her food at lunch, every time you take her flying, when you go on dates,” he listed. “Hell, half the time you kick us out the dorm room to have some privacy!”

“You would do the same.” Mattheo grumbled, much like a petulant child might.

“No, you���re just really down bad.” Theo chuckled, closing his book. “Why don’t you find your girl if she loves rain so much? Surely she’ll want to dance.”

“You’re right!” Mattheo said, closing his books and running out of the library.

“Always am.” Theo hummed under his breath.

“Cariño!” Mattheo called out, huffing slightly as he walked up to you. You were sitting by the window, like always, a small smile on your face.

“Did you run here from the library?” you chuckled softly, your hand moving to scratch his head.

“Doesn’t matter.” he said. “Do you want to dance in the rain with me? Enzo owes me a favor after I covered for him last week, he can bring us some soup after.”

“That sounds lovely.” you chuckled softly, smiling as you stood up. “Let me get my ponchos!”

Mattheo smiled softly as he followed you, watching you putting on your rain boots and your yellow poncho. His smile widened even more as he felt your hands on his body, your hands placing a poncho on his body happily.

His hands wrapped around your waist as he gave you a small kiss on the lips, both of you chuckling softly at the sound of the poncho crinkling loudly under his hand. “That sounds horrible.”

“You’re funny.” you giggled, hands holding his as you started running outside. “Come on!”

Mattheo watched as you ran through Hogwarts and towards the Quidditch Pitch, your hands waving happily in the sky as you felt the rain dripping onto your skin. You looked absolutely beautiful in the rain, the water dripping down your face.

“Come on!” you repeated, dragging him out into the rain with you. Your boots both squelched on the muddy ground, the feeling of rain pouring down on his face more refreshing than he’d ever think it could ever be.

But the most precious thing about all of this was you in the rain. The water dripping down your face, the joy in your smile as you ran through the muddy Quidditch pitch. You looked absolutely perfect.

“I love you.” he whispered softly, smiling brightly as you came back to him. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too!” you giggled, wrapping your arms around him. Both of you giggled at the crinkling sound that the ponchos made, smiling softly as you began kissing in the rain. 

“You know,” he whispered softly, the both of you waltzing in the rain. “You made me love the rain.” 

“You didn’t like the rain?” you asked him, your eyes darting over his face as you analyzed him.

“No, I didn’t.” he chuckled shyly. “I mean, I didn’t think it was a big deal when I had a change of heart, but Theo kind of changed that.”

“Oh?” you asked, giggling softly.

“He always says that I’m down bad.” he muttered, rolling his eyes as he continued to waltz with you.

“You are just a little.” you whispered, kissing his cheek. “But it’s okay, we still love you.”

“I love you.” he whispered, kissing your lips.

“I love you too.” you whispered, kissing him back and caressing his face.

“Seriously, Mattheo?” Enzo asked, looking at you and him huddled up in bed with tissues by both of your sides. “You both got sick again?”

You and Mattheo were laying in his bed with blankets huddled around you, both of your noses completely stuffed. “I’m sorry Enzo.”

“The rain,” he said simply, caressing your back as he kissed your forehead. Even when he was sick, he still showed you love as much as he could. “There’s nothing to apologize for, you owe me a favor. Now go make me soup.”

AUTHOR’S NOTE

thank you guys so much for reading and supporting! i’ve been loving writing this series, but i also don’t have much else to say about it other than thank you?????? if you guys have any prompts you want for lovesick!mattheo, comment them below!!

AS ALWAYS, please like, reblog, and comment! have a lovely day lovelies!

[haunted-headset]

somethin' stupid ❤︎₊ ⊹

summary: Sirius says 'i love you' for the first time

a/n: hi! as you might know, i'm really new at writing for the Marauders and this would be my first time writing for Sirius, so please feel free to let me know what i could do better next time or what i did well :)

tags: @eyesof-thehurricane @daemontargaryennn @o-kye @unbeleevable @mochamuff1n @prettysinners (this is me just guessing who would be interested in this, please let me know if you would like to be removed/added from the taglist!!)

word count: 726

warnings: slight angst, tooth-rotting fluff, reader and Sirius cry a little

You were curled up on the small couch in your pajamas, your nose in the new book you'd gotten recently. You weren't sure how long you'd been on the sofa until Sirius arrived.

"Babyyy," Sirius whined, "you've been reading forever. Can we please do something?"

"I haven't been reading for that long," you chuckled, sliding your bookmark between the page you were on and looking up at him, his arms draped over the back of the sofa.

"You've been reading for at least an hour," Sirius teased. "You haven't even moved. It's a bit scary, darling."

"What do you even want to do, Siri?" you asked, stretching your legs with a groan.

"I don't know," he said, "cuddle? Watch a movie? Go for a walk? Cuddle?"

"You said that twice," you giggled.

"I know," he matched your smile. "I really want to cuddle." His eyes lit up. "I have an incredible idea."

"Yes?" you chuckled.

"I could lay on your lap," he said, already climbing onto the couch," and you can sit there and look pretty and read." He nuzzled his head into your belly and wrapped his arms around you. "You smell good," he said.

"I'm wearing your jumper, silly," you laughed.

"Oh," he said. "I smell good."

"Yes, you do," you nodded, opening your book up again and absentmindedly playing with his hair. He let out a content sigh and closed his eyes, moving one hand to rub your thigh.

"Please never stop getting acrylics," he murmured, wriggling his head under the jumper to lay his head on your skin.

"I might have to, Siri," you said. "They're not healthy for your nails, I've heard."

"Isn't there a healthy one now?" he asked, lifting his head up. "A gel one?"

"Bio gel," you nodded, "but my friend told me they're expensive."

"I'll pay for it, babe, don't worry about that," he said, nuzzling his head under your his jumper again.

"You spoil me too much," you laughed.

"Why wouldn't I?" he said, kissing your soft tummy. "I have to pamper my darling." He hummed with content when your nails lightly scratched his scalp.

"I love you," he murmured.

You froze, your heart skipping multiple beats and your eyes widening. The words on the pages became blurry, jumbled-up bits of nonsense as you lost your breath.

When you looked at him, he was already looking at you, his eyes flickering with traces of fear.

"Did I do something wrong?" he whispered, so soft you could barely hear him. "Did I mess up?" he asked when you didn't respond.

You felt your heart break into shards at his shaky words. You quickly set your book down on the coffee table and threw your arms around him with a tearful giggle.

"You didn't mess up, Sirius," you whispered, sniffling as his shaky arms wrapped around you tightly. "You didn't mess up at all."

"Do you love me?" he whispered, lifting your head out of his chest and cupping your face. "You don't have to say it back-"

"How is that even a question?" you laughed. "Of course I love you, Siri, of course I do."

You watched his expression go from worried to ecstatic as he hugged you again, causing you to fall and hit the pillows.

"Holy shit, you love me!" Sirius laughed. "I love you! We love each other!"

"We do!" you laughed, wiping away your tears.

"Why are you crying?" he said, kissing your wet cheeks. "Baby, we're in love! I love you! You love me! We love each other! Isn't that great?"

"You're crying too, dummy!" you teased, reaching up to wipe the streaks away.

"At least I have a good reason!" he laughed. "You gave me a fright, darling!" He kissed your lips a few times. "And before you apologize, you have nothing to say sorry for, so don't even try."

"But I scared you-" you started.

"Nope, you're not allowed to apologize," he interrupted, kissing your forehead. "What you are allowed to do is tell me what food you want me to order for us."

"We're getting takeout?" you questioned.

"You think I'm going to get up and cook for us after we just confessed our love?" he said dramatically. "Absolutely not. We're going to order takeout so I can cuddle you for the rest of the night."

You weren't complaining.

[seasprincess]

Hi Rosie! I love the chemistry post you did with Stiles

I would like to request Stiles sneaking into reader's room through the window because they were sick and didn't come to school. I feel like he may just buy/bring a bunch of medicine regardless if they'll help their sickness in hopes that one of them would work and takes care of reader and gives them his company.

And as always, if something doesn't interest you it's okay not to write it! I hope you have a nice day and a good Thanksgiving if you celebrate it <3

warnings: None just fluff!!

Stiles Stilinski cares more about his girlfriend than anyone else. Even himself. Shown by the way he’s currently climbing through his girlfriend’s window even though he could get sick from even being in the same room with her.

But of course Stiles will not take ‘I don’t want you getting ill’ as a warning and will just do what he wants. Nothing out of character there.

“Now, the lady in the pharmacy was not helpful with what I should get so I just picked up a shit tone.” Stiles finally gets his body through the window. It’s not the first time he’s come through this entrance. As much as your dad likes him, he sometimes doesn’t let him in. And seeing as you’re ill there is a high chance Stiles will be turned away to let you rest. But who’s ever said rest cures illness?

Well everyone. But not the point.

You roll over and slowly start to open your eyes as you see your dorky boy friend stood there. Plastic bag in hand, full of ‘goodies’.

Stiles makes his way over to you before placing a hand on your head. Feeling the heat radiating off it onto his hand.

“Missed you in school today.” His hand slowly starts to stroke your hair as he looks at you. As pretty as you are to him you’re not looking your best right now.

You look like shit to be quite frank, but in his eyes, you’re so gorgeous. Even with your messy hair and puffy eyes.

“I woke up like an hour ago.” You say as he look at him, rubbing your eyes as he places the bag of pills on your bed before placing a soft kiss to your head.

After a couple more strokes or your cheek he removes his hand to rustle through the bag and begin taking out the different pills.

“This one is for headaches. I think. There’s a brain on it so I guessed. Then this one is for stomach-”

Stiles continues to yap on about the different pills and the different effects. And as much as you like hearing him talk, your head is pounding, stomach churning and you feel so ill that him talking about it is very much not helping.

“Stiles baby.” You place your hand on his as he stops talking. Eyes turning to you with a look in his eyes. Love. “As much as I appreciate Doctor Stiles, the best thing that can help me is cuddling you and a movie or something.”

Stiles smiles and rubs the back of his head, realising he was going overboard on the collection of different pain reliefs and other health benefits.

But that’s when he pulls out something else from the bag. A bigger packet.

“Good thing I brought the best medicine.” He says as he holds the bag of chocolate up. A smile forming on your face as he lays down next to you and hands you them.

“Thank you.” You whisper quietly before he wraps his arm around you and kisses your head, ready to watch whatever you want to.

Because he’s a good boyfriend.

a/n: I love this little ask as i was recently ill lol and happy thanksgiving! i’m thankful for dylan obrien

tags- @inlovewithdob @allydiass @mayfieldss

[simpjaes]

sharing = caring [p.js | s.jy]

Jake thought he could get away with purchasing your panties off of your brother without anyone knowing. Unfortunately, the dorm life, where Jay exists literally three feet away from him at all times makes that impossible. or the one where jake tries to jerk it while his roommate is sleeping and jay just wants him to share a lil bit of what he has hidden under his pillow

minors dni! | requested by anonymous

WORDCOUNT― 1.2k

PAIRING― jake x jay x reader's panties

WARNINGS ― both jake and jay are fucking weirdos. bisexual jay. jake is just horny so he's like "well, ok i guess"

NOTE― tumblr hasn't been letting me post longer drabbles as an ask, so to the anon who sent me this idea, ur brain. mwah.

smut tags under cut:: 

smut tags― masturbation, panty sucking, kind of guys kissing, cum, moaning, purchasing of panties lol

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“Where did you get those?”

Jay stares forward at his roommate, narrowing his eyes for a moment in realization. 

“Found them.” Jake shrugs, trying to hide the item crumpled in his fingers, shoving them quickly into his pocket as if it would keep Jay from asking any more questions.

Unfortunately, Jay knows what those are, and knows who they belong to. He saw that fucking instagram post. Jake saw it too, Jay saw his bitch ass like the picture as soon as it was posted. 

It was a photo of you alongside your friends. You hadn’t noticed at the time the image was posted, and god, fuck, Jay wishes you never found out because the whole post was deleted shortly after. It was a panty shot, you sitting there on the front steps of a bar alongside your friends. If you zoomed in on the photo, because let’s be honest, Jay always zoomed in, you could see it. You could see your panties.

An accidental panty shot.

So, Jake would be out of his fucking mind to think Jay doesn’t know what those are. What he wants to know is how the fuck he got his hands on them.

Jake awkwardly stands, almost like a deer in headlights as Jay closes in on him, furrowing his brows and glaring at him.

“Jake.” Jay warns him with a deeper tone, “Where the fuck did you get those?”

Jake, famously bad at telling lies, stiffens up before dropping his shoulders entirely. 

“I paid her little brother for them.”

Jay lends him a look of disgust. Not because he thinks it’s weird, but more so because why the fuck didn’t he think of that first?”

“Bro…” Jay trails off, wanting to reach into Jake’s pocket and grab them himself, but he relents...for now. “How much did you pay for them?”

What Jake thought would be a scolding session, or like, a life long reason to mock and make fun of him turns out to be…oh. Now, hold on.

“Wait–” He takes a step back, raising a brow. “Why do you care?”

“Are they dirty?” Jay continues to question. “What do they smell like?”

Then, silence as the realization hits them both. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Well.

Jake expected to spend his first night with these panties alone, but it seems like Jay isn’t willing to let him out of his sight with them. Weird, absolute freak behavior, but he gets it. 

He’d probably do the same if he noticed Jay twirling your panties in his hands too. Still, he’s been dying to jerk off since he got the first whiff of them. 

Yes, they’re dirty. 

He didn’t pay $200 for nothing. And your brother drives a hard bargain. Jake seriously almost dipped into his saving because the fucker wanted more for them. Fucking pervert, selling his sister’s panties to make an extra buck.

Whatever. 

The issue now is the fact that Jay just lingers.

“Weren’t you supposed to go to work tonight?” Jake groans, hating the dorm life and despising the lack of jerking off he’s been able to do with a roommate so close. 

“I called in.” Jay deadpans, rolling over on his bed and acting like he’s going to go to sleep. 

Jake leaves it at that, rolling his eyes in a huff and flopping down on his own bed. 

An hour goes by in silence.

Two hours.

Jake’s eyes are bloodshot by this point because he really is sleepy. He’s got class at eight tomorrow morning, after all. Thankfully, he can tell Jay is asleep by now. Which means…

He’s as quiet as he can be when he reaches under his pillow, nearly moaning at the feeling of the panties against his fingertips alone. He’s lucky Jay didn’t see him stuff them under here, because for a second he was almost worried they’d be nowhere to be found once he finally got to do this. 

And so, silently still, he grabs them and gently lays them across his nose, inhaling deeply before sliding his hand down and into his sweatpants. 

He breathes the scent of you in, imagining all sorts of things until he’s working up a sweat trying to hold in his silence. Even if he were being loud, he wouldn’t know it, his ears have been ringing since the first touch of his cock, if he’s being totally honest.

They’re ringing so loudly, and his eyes are shut so tightly that he doesn’t even notice Jay getting out of bed and standing in front of him. He only realizes when the scent of you is suddenly gone and a waft of fresh air fills his lungs instead.

His abs flex as he opens his eyes in a frustrated groan before he’s ripping his hand from his pants and trying to snatch the beloved item back. 

“What the fuck?!” Jake grips, not even hiding how hard he is before lifting himself from his bed, onto his knees to try and grab at Jay’s arm. 

Jay, already lost in the sauce much like Jake was previously, will be damned to hand them over so easily. So, he presses his two fingers into the seat of the panties and sucks them into his mouth.

Jake nearly sees red at that. 

“I paid for those.” He seethes out this time, cock jumping unintentionally at the way Jay’s other hand is blatantly down his own pants, unashamed, right there in front of him. 

“We can’t share?” Jay mumbles from around the panties, leaving the fabric in place while pulling his fingers out, reaching for Jake’s arm to pull him even closer. 

All Jake can do is follow the grip on him in shock, unsure of what to do but fuck, he was so close already. Jay seems weirdly okay with this…why can’t he?

“Have you not tasted her yet?” Jay mumbles again, rolling his eyes back briefly when he flicks his wrist against the head of his cock. 

Jake wouldn’t know what’s going through his mind even if you tortured him to say it. Genuinely, there is no excuse for him to lean forward like this, chasing the scent of your panties right up against his own room mate’s mouth. He tries to save himself from crossing that line by trying to tug them out with a gentle pull, but it doesn’t work. Why doesn’t it work?

Because Jay closes the distance for him. Not kissing him, but lying his lips against Jake’s with the panties acting as a barrier. And then? He presses his tongue out, as if giving the panties back to Jake through a kiss.

Jake moans when he slightly pulls back, hesitating as he moves his hand down his own pants again. Unsure if he’s moaning for the taste of you, the intense arousal in his gut, or, well, being kind of kissed when he like, really really needs it. Jay or not, human contact is human contact when he's this fucking turned on.

Already, Jay is close with the remnant of your pussy on his tongue, but opening his eyes and seeing Jake act just as insane as he does– he can’t help it. There’s something about the taboo nature of it. The way Jake paid for panties from a girl who barely knows either of them. The way he started loudly jerking off as if Jay wasn’t three feet away from him before. The way he flushed while watching Jay try and get some of it too, jerking himself off in the open like that.

The way Jake just..stays here, inches from his face and cums against his sweat pants with a broken moan, drooling all over the panties.

It’s not that his roommate turns him on or anything. Honestly, Jay could give less of a shit about Jake in terms of sexuality but that moan. So broken, so desperate. He couldn’t help himself, reaching and tearing the panties out of Jake’s slack mouth as he releases, just to shove them down his own pants, cumming all into the fabric to not only the taste, scent, and feeling of your panties, but the sound of Jake whimpering at the loss.

[fruvittea]

between the lines

💌﹒→﹒ joshua x reader (college au) ﹒ ﹒ ♪

— genre: romance, slice of life, friends to lovers

— word count: 1.2k

— warnings? none

Joshua Hong had always been the epitome of calm. Even amid the chaos of college, he carried himself like a walking sonnet, effortlessly poetic and endlessly kind. He was the kind of guy professors remembered by name and group project partners fought over because they knew he would carry the team without complaint.

And for some inexplicable reason, he had chosen you as his best friend.

“Let me guess,” he said, sliding into the library seat across from you. His voice was soft and teasing, the kind of tone that made people lean in just to hear him better. “You haven’t started the paper yet.”

You shot him a mock glare, spinning your pen between your fingers. “I don’t need your judgment right now, Hong. I need inspiration.”

His smile grew, dimple flashing as he opened his laptop. “Lucky for you, I’m feeling generous today.”

This was how most of your study sessions went—Joshua helping you focus while you tried (and usually failed) to ignore the way his sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms or how his glasses made him look even more unfairly attractive. He had been your friend since freshman year, when a misplaced coffee cup and a chance meeting in a lecture hall had spiraled into late-night conversations, shared playlists, and countless study sessions.

“You’re staring.”

You blinked, cheeks heating. “What? No, I wasn’t.”

Joshua smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Uh-huh. Sure.”

You scoffed and flipped a page in your notebook to look busy. It wasn’t your fault that he had that annoying habit of running a hand through his hair every time he thought too hard about something. Or that he smiled like he was sharing some secret joke with you, even when he wasn’t saying a word.

“Anyway,” you said, desperate to change the subject. “What’s this ‘generous’ inspiration you’re offering?”

“Depends,” he said, propping his chin on his hand and tilting his head, eyes sparkling in that maddening way of his. “What’s it worth to you?”

You rolled your eyes. “Not much, considering you’re supposed to be my friend. Generosity isn’t supposed to come with a price tag.”

Joshua laughed, a quiet, warm sound that you felt somewhere in your chest. “Fine, fine. How about this? If I help you finish your outline, you buy me coffee after. Deal?”

It was a simple enough offer, but the way his gaze lingered on you, half-hopeful, half-playful, made your stomach flip. You couldn’t tell if he was teasing like usual or if there was something more in the way his smile softened when you finally nodded.

“Deal,” you said, shaking off the strange warmth spreading through you. He was just Joshua. Your best friend. That was all.

The outline took another two hours, mostly because Joshua kept finding ways to distract you.

“You know, you really should stop biting your pen like that,” he said at one point, his tone oddly low.

You looked up, startled. “Why?”

“Just… you’ll ruin your teeth,” he said after a pause, glancing back at his screen. But his ears had turned pink, and you didn’t miss the way his fingers fidgeted with the edge of his notebook.

Later, when you grumbled about a particularly annoying paragraph, he leaned over, closer than necessary, his shoulder brushing yours as he pointed at your laptop.

“Try rephrasing it like this,” he murmured, his voice soft in your ear.

You froze, your thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind. His cologne—subtle and warm—was suddenly all you could focus on, and you had to force yourself to nod like a normal person.

“Right. Yeah. Good idea,” you mumbled, hastily typing.

By the time you finished, your brain felt like it had run a marathon. But Joshua seemed completely unfazed, closing his laptop with a satisfied smile.

“Coffee time,” he said, standing and stretching, his shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of skin.

You looked away so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash. “Fine. Let’s go.”

The coffee shop was crowded, a low hum of conversation filling the air as you and Joshua slid into a booth. You sipped your latte, trying not to think too hard about the fact that this felt suspiciously like a date.

“You’ve been quiet,” Joshua said, watching you over the rim of his cup.

“Just tired,” you lied, avoiding his gaze.

“Hm.” He didn’t look convinced.

The silence stretched, not uncomfortable but charged in a way you couldn’t quite place. You fiddled with your sleeve, trying to push down the fluttering in your chest.

“You’re terrible at hiding things,” he said suddenly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

You frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Joshua leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “It means I can tell when something’s on your mind. And lately, you’ve been acting… different.”

Your heart skipped. “Different how?”

“Like…” He hesitated, his eyes searching yours. “Like you’re trying to keep your distance from me.”

The words hit harder than they should have. “I’m not,” you said quickly, too quickly.

“Really?” His voice softened, and for a moment, his usual teasing tone was gone. “Because if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were avoiding me.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the way he was looking at you—gentle, patient, like he was waiting for something—made the words catch in your throat.

“I’m not avoiding you,” you said finally, your voice quieter. “I just… I don’t know. You’ve been acting weird, too.”

“Weird how?”

“Like…” You hesitated, heat creeping up your neck. “Like you’re flirting with me or something.”

Joshua blinked, then laughed, a soft, breathless sound that made your stomach flip. “Maybe I am.”

Your head shot up, eyes wide. “What?”

“Maybe I’ve been flirting with you,” he said, his tone casual but his gaze steady. “And maybe I’ve been waiting for you to notice.”

The air between you felt electric, every sound in the coffee shop fading into the background. You searched his face for any sign that he was joking, but there was nothing but quiet sincerity in his eyes.

“You’re kidding,” you said weakly, though your heart was pounding.

“I’m not,” he said, leaning back with a soft smile. “But I get it if you don’t feel the same way.”

Your mind raced, torn between disbelief and the overwhelming urge to say something—anything—that would make him understand just how much you did feel the same way.

“Joshua, I…” You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “I thought you were just being nice. I didn’t think you…”

“Liked you?” he finished, his smile growing.

You nodded, your hands gripping your cup tightly.

“Well,” he said, leaning forward again, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Now you know.”

And as his smile turned just a little shy, just a little hopeful, you felt something inside you shift, the weight of your doubt lifting like a curtain. Maybe he really had been flirting all along.

And maybe—just maybe—you’d been waiting for this moment just as much as he had.

✴︎🪷𓈒͏ུུ̑̑. ཉ — by @fruvittea

[unhingedangstaddict]

WIP Wednesday

Got tagged by the amazing @quintessenceofdust88 and @typicalopposite no Here's some of the next chapter of All Of You, All Of Me (Intertwined) my bucktommy mpreg fic (I was hoping this chapter would be ready to post tonight but idk if it'll be ready tbh) MINOR NSFW WARNING (for suggestive content)

Evan’s response to Tommy’s picture of his new bump came a little later.

Evan : You popped!!

Tommy : I know I’m still small compared to other 23 week bumps but it feels huge

Evan : (If I’m way out of line just tell me to cut it out but) I think it’ll just take a little time to get used to the difference and then you won’t feel so big

Evan : And you still look pretty damn good to me 😍

Tommy : I hope you’re right….

Tommy : Wait don’t say that

Evan : Why not? It’s true. Sexiest man alive if you ask me 😏

Tommy : Evan my sex drive is coming back after being absent for months. While I appreciate hearing that it’s not exactly helping me to not get turned on over every little thing

Tommy : It’s like going thru puberty all over again…

Evan started typing, then stopped, and started again, and stopped again. Finally after a few minutes of bubbling a message came through.

Evan : I won’t say stuff like that again if you don’t want me to. I’m sorry if it upset you.

Evan : But also if you wanted some help with that, if you want, I wouldn’t be opposed to reintroducing that kind of intimacy to our relationship

Tommy : I’ll get back to you on that. I need to go take care of things before Eddie shows up…

Evan : Have fun!

Evan : Not like that. Well, also like that I guess. But I meant have fun with Eddie!

Tommy chuckled to himself and went to take care of business.

No pressure tags cause I know it's super late for @desert--moonchild and @ladyeyrewrites

[autistic-evil-xisuma]

Ok. Made one specifically /r post. Romance repulsed again 💃

[kaereth]

Been playing Slay the Princess and Witch Princess is my fav so far

nya >:3

[umblrspectrum]

like half of a frame redraw

[markscherz]

I salivate at the thought of skinning you alive

oh good, I thought I'd been left out. [for context to the reader, this is a reference to this post (I hope)]

On the spectrum from crocodile to passerine, I can only hope that human would be closer to crocodile, but not so close to be quite as tiring.

[modmad]

What is your opinion on Mr. Puzzles from Smg4? I think he looks like RGB. KINDA 

once again I am asking people not to send me messages with any mention of this character or series in it because it instantly sends me into a bad mental spiral! thank you!!!! short explanation under the cut with tw of suicide mention

anon you probably didn't know but I nearly commited suicide over this character a short while ago and have recieved extremely violent and unpleasant hate mail from Smg4 fans for over 2 months (and yes that is still happening). so yeah please don't talk about this in my inbox or with me ever because I almost blocked you for this.

[sergle]

FOREWARNING FOR GROSS-OUT SKIN CLOSEUP SHIT DON'T YELL AT ME FOR SHOWING YOU has anyone else gotten this really weird phenomenon on youtube. I swear every algorithm on every website is actively and purposely worse now. Where you'll be scrolling through vids after searching for something (I was looking at crochet stuff) and SANDWICHED IN THE MIDDLE OF ACTUAL SEARCH RESULTS... YOU KNOW. LIKE THINGS RELEVANT TO THE KEYWORDS I TYPED

are a couple of completely out of left field SHOCK VALUE VIDS. like to intentionally be alarming. drama vids and things you're enticed to click on bc they're upsetting, and deep deep closeups on zits. what the fuck is going on. Sandwiched between videos about GRANNY SQUARES. crack? is it crack we're smoking????