#SOSOSOSO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

hiii i love your no doubt series smmm🥹🥹🥹 and I was wondering if i cld req smth like jenn comes to jakes house when coincidentally yn is also over and wants to get back tgt w jake and then she makes up sm stuff about yn cheating but jake loves yn sosososo much so ofc he didnt believe jenn and started being rly protective of yn and chased jenn away but he was still a lil bit insecure abt it so yn ended up comforting him:) idk if this fits the whole no doubt vibe but i thought it wld be cute to read abt jake being protective of yn

tyyy💗

hiii thank you so much <333 and YES wow we are bringing JENN BACK INTO THE PICTURE !!! long time no see jenn (side eye) (HARD SIDE EYE). i actually love this, i think this fits the no doubt vibe perfectly because it just proves even more how much trust they have in one another...and seeing jake being protective over yn is ATTRACTIVE ‼️‼️‼️

──── NO ROOM FOR DOUBT 💫 ☁️ ↳ requested // part of the no doubt series !

Buzz. 

Your head lifts from Jake’s chest. 

You’d both sworn tonight would be a quiet night in—phones off, dumplings eaten straight from the takeout box, a couple lazy kisses and half-lidded giggles shared as a random variety show plays on the TV screen. 

The kind of night where time slows down and the only thing that matters is how warm Jake feels under you as you both lie sprawled out on the couch—

Buzz. 

Another long ring. Persistent. 

You sit up. 

Jake groans softly as he sits up once you’re off of him, stretching his arms out and blinking at the ceiling. 

“Are you expecting someone?” you murmur, rubbing your eyes and tilting your head toward the door.

Jake shakes his head, “Nope. Maybe it’s delivery for one of the guys. They’ll probably just leave it at the—“ 

Buzz. 

Buzz. 

Buzzbuzzbuzz. 

The two of you freeze.

Jake’s eyes narrow. You both glance at the door. Then at each other. 

“…Okay, what the hell,” you whisper, a hand grabbing Jake’s thigh and shaking it slightly. 

He pushes off the couch, rubbing the back of his neck and he shuffles over to the little black screen by the entrance. You watch as he taps the intercom to turn on the hallway camera and—

—and freezes. 

“…Babe.” 

“Hmm?” you hum, lying back down and curling up in the warm dent your boyfriend left behind on the couch. 

“It’s Jenn.” 

You sit right back up. 

Because—

What. 

“Jenn?” 

“Jenn,” Jake repeats, turning to look at you, wide-eyed. 

You scramble to your feet and rush over to the screen and—

Yup, there she is—clear as day. Standing just outside the door, arms crossed, shifting on her heels. Her expression unreadable. 

Jake leans toward you, voice low as if afraid she could hear your voices through the door, “…Should we just pretend we’re not home?” 

“Jake,” you deadpan, whispering back frantically, “Seven guys live in this apartment. Statistically, at least one of you guys have to be home.” 

“…Or maybe she’ll go away if we just stay really quiet.” 

You stare at him.

He stares at you. 

Then—

Buzzbuzzbuzzbuzzbuzzzzzzz

“Shit—” Jake whispers, “—she’s not going away.” 

You don’t answer back right away, and Jake’s eyes narrow slightly, “Y/N?” 

“I mean…,”you begin to murmur, eyes still fixed on the screen, watching her, “Aren’t you curious?” 

Jake pulls back in disbelief almost immediately, the look on his face telling you he definitely is not curious, “No? She’s my ex. Not some end credit scene to a movie.” 

You arch a brow, “But…what if I’m curious?” 

Jake looks from the screen to the door. 

Then back at you. 

You’re wearing that sweet smile on your face now and—

Jake knows he’s screwed. 

He sighs. 

“…Do I have to?” 

You shrug dramatically, biting back a smirk, “You want to sleep peacefully tonight, right?” 

Jake groans lowly before he drags his feet toward the door, and opens it just enough. 

Just a crack. Steps out. Closes it gently behind him with a soft click. 

Inside, you hover by the door, holding your breath—still facing the little camera screen, your fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with the ends of your hoodie’s sleeves. 

When Jake steps out, he’s greeted by a smile that’s just a little too wide. 

“Jake,” Jenn says smoothly—like this is normal. Like showing up unannounced and spam buzzing your ex is normal. Like it’s just another Tuesday.

“Hey. It’s been a while. I just—can we talk?” 

Jake’s expression doesn’t budge, “Now’s not a good time.” 

Her gaze flickers, just briefly, to the door behind him. She tilts her head, a certain look on her face as her eyes narrow, “Is she here? That girl? You two are still…a thing?” 

His jaw tightens, fists curling inside his hoodie’s pockets. 

Jenn takes his silence as an opportunity.

"Jake, look—" she softens her tone, taking half a step closer.

Jake takes half a step back. 

“I miss you, okay? I’ve been thinking…about us. And about how maybe—maybe I made a mistake.” 

His face remains unreadable. 

Her words come and go, slipping right past him like a speck of dust in air. He’s already tuned her out, his mind halfway back inside with you. He starts to turn towards the door when—

“I know she’s cute and all,” Jenn suddenly says, voice louder now, more persistent, “but you don’t really know her, do you? Trust me. I’ve seen her around. With other people. And I just—I don’t want you to get hurt.” 

Jake freezes. And snaps. 

His head whips around toward her so fast she flinches back a half step. 

“Jenn,” Jake says. Voice low and steady. Serious. “Don’t ever talk about her like that.” 

Her smile falters. She blinks. Tries again. 

“I’m just trying to help—“

“No,” Jake cuts her off, eyes narrowing, voice even lower. “You’re trying to make me doubt her.” 

He lets out a brief exhale through his nose before continuing.

“I won’t,” he shakes his head, each word firm—deliberate. “Not for a second.” 

Jenn opens her mouth to respond. 

Jake doesn’t let her. 

“She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he says, voice sharper now. “And I trust her. Completely. So whatever you came here for—“ 

A humorless laugh slips. Then a scoff. 

“—you’ve already lost.” 

Jenn doesn’t say anything else. 

But Jake doesn’t wait around to notice. 

He’s already stepping back inside the apartment, shutting the door behind him with a soft, final click—like ending a chapter he was already done with a long time ago. 

And when he turns around—

He exhales. Shoulders drop. Jaw relaxes. Expression softens. 

Because there you are. 

Curled up on the couch, already looking at him like nothing else in the world matters. 

You open your arms. 

He walks into them like it’s instinct (and it is). 

His arms wrap tight around your waist, face tucked into your neck, voice small and muffled, “You heard the whole thing, didn’t you?” 

“Maybe,” you whisper, fingers already threading through his hair, nails grazing lightly against his scalp. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “She’s not even worth talking about, I just—I hate that she said those things about you.” 

You hum quietly, hand drifting to the back of his neck, “I’m okay, Jake. You stood up for me.” 

“I’ll always stand up for you,” he says immediately, pulling back just enough to look at you. He shifts to sit facing you on the couch, curling his legs under himself. 

His brows furrow, a quiet worry in his eyes, “I just—god, what if  even for a second you thought I believed her?”  

You mirror his position, folding your legs beneath you and face him, cupping his face in both hands—his skin warm under your touch, cheeks tinted pink. 

“Did you?”

“No.” 

But then—

“It scared me though,” he admits. “That she could say something…that she could plant a seed like that. That it could even try to shake how I feel about you. Because it didn’t. But the idea of that? It terrified me.” 

Your eyes soften. You study him—your precious, precious boy who feels everything so deeply. So genuinely. 

And you smile. 

“Jake.” 

And that alone is enough to ground him. 

“I love you. And you love me. That’s it. And there’s no space for her—no room for doubt. Not even a crack.” 

He breath hitches as your thumb traces his cheek, your eyes never leaving his. 

He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t even blink. 

Just leans forward and kisses you—slow and grateful, pouring all his feelings out to you without words. 

A little shaky, a little desperate, like he’s trying to thank you, breathe you, and feel you all at once. 

You smile against his lips. 

Then, with a teasing lilt, you murmur, “You’re also really hot when you defend my honor.” 

Jake groans into your mouth, pulling back just enough to look at you with wide eyes in love, “Don’t say that.  I’m in a weak, emotionally vulnerable state right now. Anything you say hits ten times harder.” 

You giggle, throwing your arms around his neck as his arms suddenly move to grab you by the waist and pull you into his lap. Your hoodie bunches up as his warm hands find their way under and press against your skin as he holds you there, steady. 

“i’m just saying,” you grin. “Super hot.” 

He rolls his eyes, a small, crooked smile finally forming on his face as he looks at you. All of you. All of his. 

He presses a kiss to your forehead. And then your nose. And then your lips again. 

And as Jake presses one last list against your shoulder, he breathes a whisper only you will ever get to hear. 

“I love you.” 

And he does. So much. 

That not even a shadow of doubt could ever touch that. 

no doubt m. list

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[cheekinpermission]

I CAN YAP?! ABOUT THE YUUS?!! OMG HERE ARE MINE AND MY GF'S (springlock64) YUUS

These guys are fraternal twins!

Yucca is an aspiring, punk musician and has a more creative way of thinking. He's crafty and thinks outside the box. Surprisingly sneaky for a guy with such outrageous hair. During Opening Ceremony, he grabbed a candle stick and used it as a weapon because he thought he was in a cult. He after Book 3, he becomes employed by Azul as the Mostro Lounge singer and gets his foot in the door on Magicam. He's terrible at categorizing his feelings, despite having a lot of them and incredibly perceptive; perhaps too perceptive. He makes people nervous with what he's able to see.

Yuuna is pretty logical and straight-forward. She, very much, has a "by the book" way of thinking and getting things done. Perhaps she's a little too logical because she forgets to integrate emotions into decision making. Back in their homeworld, was an aspiring nurse. She's pivoted and decided to hone her love for chemistry while trying to figure out what to do in this new world. She was transported to NRC after the first two weeks, so she's a bit late to the party. She and Azul became business partners because he can give her access to expensive ingredients for her potions. Yuuna is more ignorant of her surroundings compared to her brother.

Both are incredibly stubborn once they make a decision. It's like trying to wrestle a bull.

Here are their relationships with others! The change in colors represent time passing throughout the school year.

Yessss this is delicious food tyvm nom nom nom

I love them both...

Not both Yuuca and Erin thinking the orientation ceremony was some cult activity AJKDSJA. It's gotta be the robes, right? The robes and the gloomy atmoshpere.

I really like the design of their uniforms and how they were personalized to them. I can't explain why but I especially like Yuuna's skirt. It's just pretty idk

Also having Yuuna be passionate about chemistry and then translating that into alchemy is kinda inspired ngl.

POOR FLOYD THO MY BOY SIMPIN FOR NOTHING

Thank you sosososo much for sharing they're wonderful <3

[kruegerspillow]

simon riley who shares every single thing he has in his possession with you.

the weather's cold? oh, just wear his jacket. it's not like he'll freeze to death anyway, he'd been through worse.

you don't like your food? have his! he's a big bloke, he'd devour anything that you give him

you miss him? don't worry, he'd left some hoodies inside your closet. (bonus point, it smells like his cologne)

you ran out of socks? have a pair of his, he still has a lot anyway (he ended up not wearing socks throughout the whole day)

oof, you forgot to bring your umbrella? don't you worry, simon's there to save you. he doesn't mind being a little wet from the rain anyway. (proceeds to hug you so the both of you can be wet together)

argh your pick accidentally fell into the guitar? aaand before you knew it, he already had some extra picks in his jacket.

oh noo you accidentally booked a hotel with one bed, will simon be sleeping on the chair?

not a chance. you ended up sleeping together with simon with your legs tangled around his and arms all over each other.

you forgot to bring your water bottle during a morning run? he'll share his with you.

you didn't bring a hairtie? oh, he has lots of your hair ties inside his bag, don't worry.

you didn't bring your wallet? haha don't even think about paying.

did you leave your charger on your nightstand? oh, use his. if it doesn't fit, he'll buy you one. consider it an extra charger, just in case you forgot again.

simon is a gentleman, no matter how the military describe him. he's a completely different person outside of work. he's no longer the Ghost or Lt or El fantasma. he's simon riley with you.

kruegerspillow © 2024 — reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[honey-fucked]

This is THE THING I feel sosososo much about. The MOST about &&& no piece of writing has ever put it into words so fucking perfectly.

“I’ve always liked the time before dawn because there’s no one around to remind me who I am supposed to be, so it’s easier to remember who I am.”

— Brian Andreas

[faethief]

Wip ‼️

feels so wrong not drawing jadder for once 😩

[pureseasalt]

He leaned closer to the gun.

IT MATTERS TO ME THAT HE LEANED CLOSER TO THE GUN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[abel-draws]

The fact that Neuvillette gave her her vision makes me so god damn soft

[schizomanic546]

I love her so much she’s so amazing and Sosososo beautiful and I love her and I love and I love her and I AHHHHH IM GONNA CRASHOUT

[kandlewick]

everyone awoke to malleus defeated. except for you meant to be read as platonic malleyuu but can be read as romantic.

Malleus could hardly breathe. every inhale felt like it was too small, like the air surrounding him was too thin. His lungs were empty, barren, and dry. And then he would exhale. a shaky breath. It rattled his bones and burned in his chest. As if nothing but flames raged in his insides. Before him laid a friend, a betrayed comrade, someone who put too much trust in the wrong people. You. You were asleep there, in a bed of thorns and roses, nestled deep and safe. Each petal cradled your cheek like a picture frame and you were a work of art. It all felt so clinical, so far away that Malleus could hardly tear his eyes away from your sleeping form. while constricted by vines to your familiar bed in ramshackle, no thorns pierced your skin. you knew no pain lying there. only dreams. It hardly felt real.

Malleus had made a mistake. He knew he had as soon as the blot began pouring from behind his tongue. but he couldn't stop it. the delirium. it poured out of him like a cracked glass of sand. In those fleeting moments, nothing had mattered more to him. The blot retched every single negative emotion out of his soul, bearing it for the world to bear witness to. And he was ashamed.

but you and the others had succeeded against him, saving all of your classmates and himself from the curse of eternal slumber. One by one, they all began awakening. Eyelids fluttering in the new morning sun. He awoke to the sound of laughter and cheers while he laid there on the broken floor, alone and empty and so so cold. Quietly, Malleus raised his head to thank? Curse? The Ramshackle prefect that laid beside him.

only, you remained there. asleep. too far gone and too far deep for anyone to reach out to. it was like your soul and body were separated, torn asunder. the only sign of life was your chest moving up and down from the breath that filled your lungs. At the moment, Malleus thought perhaps you were simply exhausted, with the heavy bags under your eyes and the pale complexion dusting your cheeks. Like the others, he thought that you only needed more rest. But days passed and there were still no signs of life behind those closed eyes. The teachers talked amongst themselves, unwilling or perhaps unable to offer any sort of explanation. There were talks about asking for assistance from other bodies but they were quick to be shot down. It seemed like nobody knew what to do with you. Or… your body. 

Nobody took it well.

Malleus in particular had ceased his studies, locking himself away in your room in Ramshackle. Ace and Deuce would appear on occasion, Grim in tow, but the three were quick to make themselves scarce once Malleus made it clear he was not leaving your bedside. He sat there for hours, uncaring of the passing of time as night became morning and dawn became dusk. What were mere days to a nigh immortal fae. If this was his curse, to watch the one human who befriended him and suffered for it waste away from his own folly, then so be it. Every morning, like clockwork, he sat there. Unflinching. Unmoving. Like a gargoyle. His eyes were empty and red, long dried from tears but he couldn’t drag himself away from you - he refused to even think of calling you a corpse. 

This day was like any other. He sat there beside you, his hands in his lap, the book he had foolishly planned to humor to read had been cast aside long forgotten, but for some reason the sight of you there pricked at his heart more than before. His voice came out quiet, weak from disuse, but he made an effort all the same. 

“My child of man.” he croaked, his tone heavy with shame and sadness, “I will not ask you for forgiveness.”

He took a shaky breath. Hesitantly, he reached out with a weak hand and clasped your own. The thorns around you pricked him and drew blood, but he paid no mind to it. He felt nothing. Numb. Malleus choked back tears as he pulled your hands close to his chest and against his still beating heart. He lowered his head in agony as he confessed like a convict at death’s door. “What I have done to you is unforgivable.”

He held you to him. Like if he held onto you tight enough, you wouldn’t fall even more to pieces. “You were my first true friend, my closest companion. The only one who treated me as if I was an equal…” He bit back a sob as he tried to cradle his face between his hands, desperate for your touch to once again warm his bones. But there was nothing. Only the cold. “And now I’ve lost you.”

“And not a day shall pass in the centuries that I am cursed to live will I ever forget your smile.” Then with an almost reverent touch, the prince brought your hand to his lips and pressed a delicate kiss to the back of your hand. His lips stayed there, the taste of salt and skin filling his tongue, but he made no effort to move while he cried.

So far gone was he that he never noticed the batting of eyelashes, the furrowed brows, or the intake of breath. So far gone that it wasn’t until he felt your hand, tiny and weak, press against his dark hair, did he lift his head.

“Good morning, Hornton.”

[spooksier]

ok here's my hot magnus protocol theory: the gifted kids program was really a program meant to find a new archivist (which explains why gerry (eye-aligned) and sam (EYE-ALIGNED, SPEEDRUNNING GETTING HIS ASS CEASELESSLY WATCHED) were there) (and could also explain the artifact storage category of 'catalyst') and [error] is a failed archivist trapped beneath the archives until sam and alice unknowingly freed them.....

also sam still searching for answers for why he wasn't chosen even all these years later to the point where he has the voice of the ceaseless watcher's former special little boy egging him on tells me he may have been a better candidate for archivist than the institute realized. which. bad news for sam. great news for us, the viewers.

[dxckgrxsonx]

hi you have broken my brain and i am now irrevocably obsessed with jason todd (and especially the way you write him 🥹💕) thank you so much :’))))

thinking so hard about wet soapy jason in the shower and the fact that neither of you would ever be able to shower alone bc as soon as one of you realized your love was in the shower you’d HAVE to join <3

i love how sweet this is.

everytime you grab your towel or switch on the shower Jason appears in your line of sight, shirt already halfway off, an excited little smile on his handsome face.

he’s already telling you—rambling really—that he’s washing your hair first and he needs to condition his because he didn’t have time before and he wants to use the fruity shower gel you love because he likes the way it smells and you both have just this sigh of relief when you press together because of course you feel right at home under eachothers palms.

it doesn’t matter where he is, the second you switch on the water he’s there. you pick up your towel in his general vicinity and his head snaps up, watching you until you head into the bathroom and he’s immediately trailing at your heels.

or, you get home, hear the shower running and before you even enter the bathroom your pants are hanging from one leg. Jason thinks it’s hilarious when you fumble your way into the shower with him, hands already reaching out to touch his soapy skin, all warm and soft and safe.

you both write stupid little messages and make silly drawings on the mirror when it gets all steamy and more often than not it’s a simple ‘I love you’ or ‘let’s fuck later’ with a horrible picture of two stick people laying on top of each other, (you tried your best, okay?).

you know that joke about dads and knowing when you touch/go near the thermostat?? yeah. that. but it’s Jason and his shower sensing ability.

he’s out on patrol, you start the shower and all of a sudden you get a text message from him saying ‘don’t you dare shower without me.’

[beelumi]

An extra slice of joy 🍰 happy bday furina 🩷

[nebulaedaniel]

there's something about dan and phil being perceived by the general public that makes me so stressed, i love them so bad but i can only imagine what it's like to be the average sims fan and having to watch them not know anything

[eerieechos]

‘Curufin got burns on his arms from holding onto Fëanor as he fucking exploded’ is a revolutionary god tier idea that I am subscribing to for the rest of my life

[shyaringan]

oh you mean my babyyy!!!!!!

Hes a character from an rpg- that exists only in my head- about fighting angels and demons in order to find a missing God

His name is Hadeon and he is essentially the wrath of God personified (and maybe scrambled a bit) and hes one of 7 seraphim in their universe

most of which i having gotten around to,, actually drawing yet

but I love him to pieces so heres. a bunch of older art of him

[thatthirstyweirdo]

Dandadan got me fucked UP I cannot lie to yall...