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alexisomnias · 1 year ago

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— "THEY WERE ROOMMATES" . . .

⤷ you’re their roommate!

featuring the DORMLEADERS

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

Your Roommate who nags you like a housewife, always telling you to clean up your room, to always keep on top with etiquette. Even ruling “no elbows on the table!”

Your Roommate who knows all your favourite foods and makes you breakfast in excuse that “you need to stay healthy.”

Your Roommate who always makes unknowingly makes two servings of meals, ensuring you don’t starve.

Your Roommate who unconsciously stays up later then usual to ensure you return home

Your Roommate who gets all jealous whenever you bring someone home, you should’ve asked him first! (and just not… have them come over..!)

Your Roommate who wants to be as close to you that your lives intertwine and his friends are yours and vice versa…

Your Roommate who all his friends think you two are something more then just roomies. but noooo thats not true… right?

Your Roommate who buys a bunch of plants to take care of, and which results into you both being plant parents

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Your Roommate who leaves everything on the floor, for you to pick up. You can barely even walk through the living room without tripping!

Your Roommate who will indeed beat a bitch up and risk imprisonment (he can buy his way out) if someone insults you

Your Roommate who mixes your laundry often so at this point its shared clothing

Your Roommate who throws away money for you at a moments notice, and will pay your side of the rent if you’ve been struggling.

Your Roommate who’s apparently a star athlete and who invites you to all of his games as a front row seat. (he looks for your face in the crowds of thousands)

Your Roommate who teases you about your meal plans, but never complains about the food. In fact he himself has asked you to cook him food.

Your Roommate who sleeps in your bed with you because “your mattress is way better.”

Your Roommate who gets grumpy when you show up home late, he might just get impatient and show up to your work too.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

Your Roommate who you moved in with purely just because of cheaper housing

Your Roommate who runs a restaurant and never fails to bring home your favourite after work

Your Roommate who has a collection of shiny things he sometimes shares and gifts to you

Your Roommate who you have to cuddle with because he’s always cold and you guys are late on paying bills

Your Roommate who pays your half of the rent just so you can take him on a dat— dinner out to repay him

Your Roommate who you share an umbrella with when it rains because you guys only have one collectively bought?

Your Roommate who you go grocery shopping with because your food is his food and you share the fridge

Your Roommate who gets jealous whenever you go out on dates with people.. (your not dating though)

KALIM AL ASIM

Your Roommate who has unending energy and literally wants to do everything with you

Your Roommate who never fails to invite you out when hes going to a party, or hanging out with his friends. Regardless if your an introvert or extrovert.

Your Roommate who is so fucking rich you even wonder why tf he’s sharing an apartment with a broke kid like you???

Your Roommate who pays your half of the rent because he wants you to be happy

Your Roommate who gets you so many gifts you don’t have enough room! and the gifts are kind of romantic too???

Your Roommate who’ll buy you anything if you even stare at something a bit too long

Your Roommate who never fails to wish you a good morning and good night.

Your Roommate who says I love you even if you don’t say it back (does he mean it in a platonic or romantic way???)

VIL SCHOENHEIT

Your Roommate who is LITERALLY FAMOUS???

Your Roommate who does your makeup and hair in the morning! Girls Night vibes.

Your Roommate who when out shopping will buy clothing for you that he thinks you’d look good in (he knows your sizes too!!)

Your Roommate who always holds the door open for you, regardless of where you are. Its only polite

Your Roommate who nags you about your skincare and buys expensive products and teaches you how to apply them

Your Roommate who you share towels with sometimes, and stealing blankets from each others rooms

Your Roommate who has an entire photo album made for you both, with a picture wall in his room.

Your Roommate who gives you a backstage seating to all of his movies, and meet and greets (although you technically don’t have to ‘meet’ him, he just wants more time with you… in a friendly way!)

IDIA SHROUD

Your Roommate who almost never leaves his room except for food 😭

Your Roommate who you play games with into the dusk of night, and you two end up sleeping on each other

Your Roommate who probably picks up stray cats (if your allergic thats fine, he hides them.. since they’re not allowed in the building)

Your Roommate who is a streamer, and you accidentally enter his streamer life by entering his room and asking what he wants for dinner. (his audience ships you both HARD)

Your Roommate who payed for your Wondercord nitro

Your Roommate who you caught writing roommate fanfiction of you both with the ‘roommates’ tag.

Your Roommate who you’ll see at 3am because you coincidentally decided you want both a meal at the same time (you end up eating together)

Your Roommate who will binge your favorite animes, movies, etc) just to have talk about them with you because he knows you love them.

MALLEUS DRACONIA

Your Roommate who’s adoptive father figure put you and Malleus under the “and they were roommates” audio on twsttok

Your Roommate who you spend holidays with, because they’re always more fun by each others side

Your Roommate who makes up silly excuses just to be with you, he wants to do things and learn things about ‘commoner’ (ouch) life with you

Your Roommate who stares at you when you do ANYTHING around the house with so much love its hard to consider it platonic

Your Roommate who calls you over simple problems just because he wants to talk to you (he’ll literally call because his “phone won’t turn on.” “malleus it is on.”)

Your Roommate who pretty much has his own space in your room because he’s in there so much.

Your Roommate who’ll accidentally stretch your clothes because he wants to wear them because they smell nice.

Your Roommate who’ll laugh at any joke you tell even if its the dumbest one ever. you said it so its endearing.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #suns pencil.

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randommmthoughts · 5 months ago

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What has Stolas been doing all day of the full moon?

Like, Blitzø killed a whole alleyway, shopped sex toys worth more than the apartment he’s renting and reunited with Fizz.

Stolas got ready and just…

Dat there the whole day?

Waiting

And waiting

And yes he may have read a book, or watered his plants. But I do not believe he left the palace. And it would not surprise me if he had been waiting on his bed for an hour already, because what if Blitzø arrived and he was not paying attention? Or he was getting something to drink and Blitzø arrives just then and thinks he is not here?

#he is such a anxious mess #helluva boss #blitzo #blitz #blitzø #stolas #stolitz #full moon #helluva boss full moon

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harrysmimi · 1 year ago

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Hey! I absolutely love all your work. And live to see the Desi representation in some of your work. I was wondering if you could do one where everytime H goes out on stage or interviews all dolled up, the reader does the kajal thing for the bad nazar. I just think H would be like soo bashful and cute about it. Love you.

Evil Eye

First off, thanks anon for sending in the req. I love writing fic where I can imagine myself in. I am glad you like my work. Ilysm. Hope you like this one too. I wrote it real quick in like an hour. Pls ignore the typos if there are any, or simply feel free to point them out I'll edit it. Hehe.

More of my work

Harry was getting ready to perform for BRIT Awards.

He was home. He was with family and the love of his life, about to perform one of his hits. This was going to be one of the happiest nights of his life, he could already tell.

It was time for quick outfit change before he went on stage. His girlfriend of six months was hanging out in his green room with him as he got ready, she was on her laptop working away at a couple of urgent emails she had to send out.

It was her day off, but she's been recently promoted as senior manager at her firm and they need her there more often than it seems to be. Harry was more than content with just her presence by his side. He'd gotten into a pair of black pants before his hair stylist was on board. He'd tried on the few different tops to go with it, his last try was a red sparkly piece.

"You look handsome!" He heard his girlfriend chirp from behind him, when he turned around he saw her looking at him like a love struck puppy behind her glasses, her face lit blue from her laptop screen in the yellow lit room. She was sat on the rug using the coffee table as her desk.

"Thank you baby!" He couldn't help but blush at the compliment he for sure hears a million times when he's working. It somehow felt so special coming from her. She just shrugged in reply. "Did you get a good news from work?"

"Yeah, I got the on-paper for my promotion finally!" She shared.

"That's amazing, darling, congratulations!" He was immediately walking upto her with open arms to engulf her in a bone crushing hug and a tender kiss she deserves so much. "It's more legit now, innit?"

"Yeah! It feels so surreal to be honest!" She chuckled in pure joy. "Enough about me, tonight is for you and about you. Are you excited?"

"More than excited actually." He dat down next to her on the rug. "Can't wait to go out there and perform already!"

"I can see." YN commented, "this jacket looks good on you." She leaned forward with her lips puckered asking for a kiss, which Harry was more than glad enough to give her. He took the opportunity to pull her over his lap, making her straddle his thighs with his hands on her bum.

"Though it would look better on your bedroom floor, along with this hoodie, I think we have a good half an hour before the show." Harry managed to mumble between his kisses on her mouth.

"No, not here!"

"No one's gonna come in, I promise." He urged her, hands slipping under the her (his) hoodie over her bare skin.

"Stop it tickles!" She squirmed under his touch. "No, no, Harry not here please."

He let out a dramatic sigh, "fine!"

"But if you loose the shirt underneath, I might be able to trick my aunty thinking I am staying with a girl friend tonight." She challenged him.

"Then you better get to convincing her, love!" He already took off the jacket so he can rip off the tank top he wore underneath it, being his usual dramatic self.

It is indeed a difficult task to convince YN's landlady, who also happens to be her aunty for letting her stay out. She lives away from her family in London, but she's got her aunty a parent figure in the city, which comes with perks of not paying rent but also cons like still following a curfew, typical brown family behaviour. But none the less YN have managed to trick her aunty into thinking she's staying at one of her friend's house, when in reality she is at Harry's.

Her family knows about Harry, they are very accepting of him. Though her parents won't be happy if they find out their daughter spent a night at his place for obvious reasons.

He was tackling her on the rug now as he tickled her more. They spent their time goofing around and poking fun at one another. In no time Harry was ready to be on the stage.

"A lot of people are going to watch you today." YN pointed on trying her best to make her boyfriend keep his hands to himself for now.

"Mhmm." He sounded stealing a kiss from her. He watched her wipe the kohl from the corner of her eye and placed it behind his left ear, "what was that for?"

"To protect you from evil eye tonight." She shared, "you're looking extra, extra, extra gorgeous!"

"I didn't know you were superstitious." His cheeks turned red in an instant.

"Look at you blushing!" YN cooed at his reaction which had him burying his face into her neck to hide his bashful face. "Awe! Harry you're so cute, I love you!"

"I love you." He repeated.

"Now go and sing your heart out." She encouraged him.

"Mhmm." He nodded placing yet another kiss on her mouth before he was off to the stage just in time.

The night was memorable as expected. Harry got wasted like usual. His sister had to take him to her place as he shouldn't be left alone when he's drunk.

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N O T E:

This is smth quick I wrote cuz I haven't posted anything sunce August. 😭 pls forgive me.

I love you. And pls lemme know how you liked it!

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gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot · 10 months ago

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Chapter 12 Nemo dat quot non habet (No one gives what they do not have) - Benidorm part 3

Next, Cartagena

Warnings: Smut and I'm sure lots of typos that I missed

Taglist: @glitterypirateduck @letsreadallday @jamesrifftapes @sofasoap @mmyrrhh

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‘‘Was that Price? Did anything happen?’’ Johnny’s voice sounded concerned when Simon hung up the phone, but the sly grin on the scarred lips of the Lieutenant made him relax right away and smile. ‘‘Shit, what did’yae do?’’

‘‘Exploding cigar’’ Simon chuckled, grabbing his glass of beer to take a sip, face mask hooked under his chin and the hood of his hoodie covering his head and most of his face, leaning back in the chair. Like always, it was too small for him, but he felt so satisfied and content in that moment that he didn’t care.

They were sitting at what Christine had called a chiringuito, which seemed to be a bar next to the beach, with good food and sometimes music. It was right by the building where they were staying, at the apartment that they had rented even before leaving the UK, not trusting the CIA arrangements in the slightest.

And in spite of all, as both men observed the girls having a good time, dancing… life was good. Gabi’s laughter could be heard over the music as she twirled following Christine’s guide. There were plenty of people dancing, and the music was at times too loud, but life was good.

‘‘Yer an awful piece of shite’’ Johnny was laughing, imagining Price’s face, and Simon just grinned, his dark brown eyes following Christine and Gabi as they danced. Carefree, duty forgotten for the moment. Even though she was wearing her face mask after finishing dinner, Christine seemed to be laughing and enjoying herself. Gabi was beaming too, as they both danced to the music, whatever it was.

‘‘He put glitter in my gloves, it’s fair payback’’ Simon justified himself, shrugging, still grinning, and Johnny just burst into laughter. The girls were making their way back to the table, chatting among themselves, and he straightened up a bit in his chair, looking for the blue that he wanted to see.

‘‘Eeeeh, guapa (Hey beautiful)’’ Someone slurred from the neighbouring table, and both him and Johnny tensed up. Simon covered his lower face again with the face mask, turning to look at a small group of men that had been ogling and trying to chat women up the whole time they had been there. When Gabi had gone to the toilet they had tried to talk to her, but she had ignored them. When Christine had gone to the bar counter to order food and drinks, one of them asked her something that she plainly ignored when she came back.

It seemed they still hadn’t got enough rejection to get the clue.

‘‘Eh, cabrón (Hey motherfucker)’’ Johnny called out to them in his broken Spanish, grabbing Gabi’s waist to pull her onto his lap. ‘‘Mi novia, cállate (My girlfriend, shut up)’’

Christine sat calmly beside Simon, in silence, trying to avoid looking at the other table. Slowly, he threw his arm around the back of her chair as usual, waiting for what he knew was coming next.

‘‘¿Y esa qué, es tuya también? (And what about that one, is she yours too?)’’ Another of the men laughed, pointing at Christine, but his face dropped when Simon leaned in, his dark eyes as unforgiving and stern as ever. His arm fell slightly between the back of the chair and her body, and his enormous hand came to rest on her waist, dragging her closer.

‘‘No’’ Ghost answered coldly, with the low, gravelly voice that promised nothing good would happen if they continued on that path. ‘‘Es mía (She’s mine)’’

He felt her body melt into his side, but he kept staring until the men turned around and decided to pay attention elsewhere. Gabi was cooing something in Johnny’s ear, but his friend was looking at him, with a smile half amused and half surprised.

‘‘Ye bastard, ye speak Spanish!’’ He laughed, slapping his shoulder and making Gabi bounce on his lap with his laughter. ‘‘But you told Alejandro in Las Almas…’’

‘‘I said nothing in Las Almas’’ Simon corrected, leaning back in his chair again, but bringing discreetely Christine’s body back with him, reluctant to let go. If he had to act like an alpha male to the whole fucking bar, so be it, as long as she was left alone. ‘‘You told Alejandro you didn’t speak Spanish. I said nothing’’

‘‘Oooh, yer an asshole’’ Johnny was still laughing heartily. ‘‘All those times Ale and Rudy were talking in Spanish in front of us ye understood everything’’

‘‘Not everything’’ Simon admitted, and then looked down at Christine, to find her blue eyes on him. ‘‘I don’t really speak it, only understand part of it’’

She nodded slowly, but seemed lost in thought. Gabi decided in that moment to speak up.

‘‘Johnny and I are going to visit a couple of bars before going back to the apartment, do you want to come?’’

‘‘No’’ Both Simon and Christine answered at the same time, and looked at each other for a second before she added. ‘‘I prefer to go back to the apartment, to be honest. I’m drained’’

‘‘Not interested in going clubbing’’

‘‘Yer loss’’ Johnny grinned, standing up with Gabi in his arms, and kissed her before setting her down on her feet. Then, he bent down to kiss Christine’s covered cheek. ‘‘Behave yerselves, don’t do anything ah wouldn’t’’

‘‘Get lost, you wanker’’ She laughed, and waved them goodbye as they left the bar, holding hands.

Even with the loud music and the chattering of the other patrons around them, the silence between them was deafening.

‘‘When did you learn Spanish?’’ Christine looked up at him, and for a second she saw something in his eyes that made her doubt and regret her question. A flash of pain, or maybe anger, and amusement.

‘‘In another life, lovie’’ Simon answered, gently, and with his free hand brushed back a strand of her hair. ‘‘I’ll tell you about it sometime’’

‘‘Does it… have to do with that story you said you’d tell me…?’’ She almost leaned into his touch, her eyes closing, and he smiled under his mask.

‘‘It does’’ Looking around, he decided he had had enough human interaction for the day. ‘‘What do you say we go back to the apartment and watch something on the telly? A movie, or whatever. While those two are whoring around’’

‘‘Don’t say it like that’’ Christine laughed, standing up, and smiled down at him. ‘‘But I like the idea of watching a movie. I hope the sofa is more comfortable than the one in the common room’’

Simon grunted his approval as he stood up, watching with satisfaction how the men in the neighbouring table cowered when they saw his size. Sometimes, being that big was an advantage. With his hand on the small of her back, barely touching her, he guided her out.

The building door was close enough to not really have time to talk about anything, and when they took the stairs up instead of the lift, as always, they kept their comfortable silence. The apartment came with two copies of the keys, one that was in Gabi’s possession, and the other Christine used to open the door.

Maybe it was not as luxurious as the CIA apartment had pretended to be, but the apartment they chose looked cozier. With two bedrooms, one bathroom, an open plan kitchen connected to the living room, and a balcony with a great view of the beach and the sea. There were faint noises coming from the neighbouring apartments.

‘‘I’m going to have a shower first’’ Christine commented, going to the bedroom the girls had claimed, the one with the king size bed, to grab her toilet bag. The other had two single beds, and Johnny and Simon had flipped a coin to choose. ‘‘I forgot how hot this part of the country is. It’ll get worse when we go south’’

‘‘Take your time. I’ll shower after you’’ Simon sat down on the sofa and turned the tv on, trying, hard, not to allow his mind to wander. She flashed him a smile when she walked past him to the bathroom and closed the door. A couple of minutes later, he heard the shower working.

He had managed to half distract himself with a metalworking contest when his phone vibrated in his pocket. A text from Johnny.

In case ye need some, condoms are in my bag. Cheers!

And the twat added a winking emoji and an aubergine. Simon felt tempted to write something snarky back, but decided to just ignore the text and return the phone to his pocket, seething. Only to find that his jeans were more strained than normal, and his cock was fucking hard out of nowhere.

He looked at his crotch, half amused and half affronted, and tried to get more comfortable on the sofa so he could… No, not working. The noise of the water coming from the bathroom made his mind start wandering, and wandering, and… He tried to focus on the metalworking episode.

In the shower, Christine was having her own problems trying to distract herself, but to no avail. It had started with her wishing he had showered before, because in that case she’d be able to smell him, right? Because that wasn’t creepy or pathetic at all.

And one thing led to another, and now there she was, biting the inside of her hand, her back against the wall, and her index finger rubbing slow, soft circles over her throbbing clit. There’s my girl. Es mía (She’s mine). Because I don’t fucking know what I would do without you either.

Christine bit back a low whimper, with her head hanging low to avoid water in her eyes, trying to imagine his voice praising her. His hands on her skin, his fingers inside her. Lovie. She really didn’t enjoy her own fingers inside her because it never felt good enough. But just thinking about one of his long, thick digits, toying with her folds, slowly sliding inside of her…

I will ruin you

Her eyes snapped open, and she bit down hard enough on her hand to mark her teeth. But she forced herself to continue rubbing her clit in small circles, thinking about Simon’s voice, about his broad shoulders, his big hands, his strong arms…

No one will want you after I’m finished with you, whore

Simon’s wide back, Simon’s dark eyes that equally undressed her and made her feel safe, Simon’s dirty blonde or light brown hair, she couldn’t decide on the colour but she was dying to tangle her fingers in it, Simon’s mouth, with that big scar that crossed his lips and the smaller ones around it, and the scars on his chin and jaw…

Who would want a marked bitch like you

Simon’s hot tongue between her legs, teasing her clit and plunging deep inside her, Simon’s meaty hips between her legs while he pinned her down somewhere, wherever, Simon’s cock, that made her mouth water just by fantasizing about it, Simon’s strong thighs that she was dying to ride…

Christine slid down the wall until she was sitting on the floor, too far gone for the voices in her head to ruin her this time, not this time, with Simon’s voice in her ears and the warmth of his forehead still on her forehead and…

She moaned his name. Like a whore. Like a desperate virgin. But she moaned his name as she came, harder than she had managed to come in the latest months, feeling hot water streaming down her cheeks. Salty water.

‘‘All yours’’

Simon looked up at her, startled, and for a moment, his eyes widened and his throat went dry as sandpaper.

Christine was standing there, smiling, with her hair still damp from the shower, wearing… pyjama shorts and a black t-shirt that looked enormous on her.

His t-shirt.

‘‘Where did you get that?’’ He grunted, smiling, standing up from the sofa, and she shrugged while sitting down exactly where he had been, curling up on the seat.

‘‘Mysteries of the universe’’

Simon hesitated, looking down at her and her smile. She seemed… happy. For what, he had no clue, but it warmed his heart.

‘‘We’ll talk about this later’’ He threatened mockingly, and she stuck her tongue out at him. He almost didn’t leave, but he did, before she noticed the growing strain in his jeans.

And the second he stepped into the still damp bathroom and closed the door, he felt it. Smelled it.

Her scent, everywhere. The sweet, faint scent of cherries that accompanied her whenever they weren’t deployed. He grunted while undressing, his hard cock springing free from his boxers and standing at attention, too heavy to really reach his stomach.

Inside of the shower, the scent was worse. Or better. He couldn’t decide as he washed his hair and then tried to focus on rinsing the sweat off his body, but the insistent weight between his thighs was making it difficult.

Before he knew it, his hand was around his shaft, his fingers tracing the vein on the underside, and he gritted his teeth. Her scent was making him go crazy, and as he slowly thrusted his hips forward, into his closed fist, he tried to imagine it was her hand. Her long, slender fingers around him, her body against his back, her tits pressed against his flesh, her lips on his scars.

Simon braced himself on the wall, using his forearm and dropping his forehead on the cool tiles of the shower, with a low grunt. What he wouldn’t give to shake his hesitance. What he wouldn’t give to feel her body against his, like in that goddamn dream that had made him cum in his sleep like a schoolboy.

He tried to imagine her lips wrapped around him, but his fantasy soon turned into something softer, more intimate. Her hand wrapped around his cock, and his hand guiding hers, while they kissed until their tongues hurt. Her pretty little moans, like the moan she had let out a couple of months ago in the gym while lifting weights and that had almost made him cum right there. Her giggles, like when she laughed at his jokes.

Her beautiful breasts, her thighs, God her thighs, what he wouldn’t give to have those thighs around his waist, or around his neck while getting drunk on her taste and fucking her with his tongue until she was a babbling mess underneath him.

Her voice telling him…

Simon had to bite his own arm when he suddenly came, embarrassingly soon but hard, spurting ropes of cum all over his hand and the shower wall. He growled her name.

God, what he wouldn’t give to not be afraid.

When he returned to the living room, Christine seemed engrossed on something on the TV, and when he sat down beside her, she almost jumped and fumbled with the remote to change channels.

‘‘What were you watching?’’ Simon asked, curious, trying to grab the remote and change back, but she kept it out of his reach, blushing.

‘‘Nothing! Something stupid I used to like when I was a kid’’

‘‘Well, let’s watch that’’ He shrugged, still trying to get the remote, and she hesitated.

‘‘Only if you answer something first’’

He stopped immediately and looked at her, expecting her question, but she seemed to hesitate even more. Until she sighed and looked right into his eyes.

‘‘Did you mean it?’’ When he just stared, without understanding, Christine explained further. ‘‘What you said to those idiots in the bar’’

Es mía (She’s mine). Simon’s shoulders relaxed, and his gaze softened.

‘‘I did’’

She smiled. He was still wearing a face mask, but she got rid of hers right at the door, as always, when they came back from the bar.

‘‘Ladyhawke’’ She whispered, giving him the remote, and he changed the channel back to what she was watching before, choosing the option to watch it from the start, in English. ‘‘It’s… my favourite movie since I was a kid’’

Simon smiled and raised an arm, a bit doubtful of his bold move. But she immediately moved closer, and he let his forearm rest on her shoulders as she made herself comfortable against his side.

‘‘Then I’m sure I’ll love it’’

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rappy-mcrapperson · 2 years ago

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dreww my bbg devva <3333

#pay dat rent #deva #pay dat rent deva #pay dat rent spoilers

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aripresley · 5 days ago

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Hello, I'm @Grimmoire, local expert in bad life choices, professionally unpaid therapist for my own regrets, and proud mom of three with zero wedding rings to show for it. I once thought hooking up with every guy in sight would make me look cool. Turns out, the only thing cooler than that is…well, *literally* anything else. So, here I am on Tumblr, hoping your validation will pay the rent I can’t afford. Every reblog fuels my children’s dreams, and every like gets me one step closer to ignoring my life choices with confidence. Let’s make my emotional support community a little louder, shall we?

Don’t ever blame me if my children grow up to be messed-up people. Don’t question me if my daughter gets pregnant at 14 I’ll just say, "let’s have sex with that guy together" after always bragging "I fucked your dad" why can't i fuck the guy who made my 14 year old daughter pregnant? :3 Don’t blame me if she ends up pregnant without marriage and no money—just like I did.

I ain’t reading all dat

Happy for you or sorry that happened x

#ask

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metroid-fusion · 1 year ago

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i am literally insane about this homestuck fancomic website

after just having read sburb done quick, pay dat rent, ior, the grapple comic, hypnagogia AND fearn0t, i have just started reading the tapestry. cause everyone on the planet talks about it. i have done this instead of reading EITHER of the other ones i said i was gonna read (sburb refresh and desynced) (also i was gonna read hexane but the flashes arent working ... ?? i hope ruffle spontaneously fixes so i can keep reading it but until that happens im stalled on that)

i WILL keep u updatied with my thoughts on the tapestry

#a511ff #mspfa #this is my version of rife appleposting

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j0kers-light · 1 year ago

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Y’all know I don’t care for Halloween but this snippet fic idea hit me on the 26th and I just had to write it.

Hope you enjoy how my brain works lol 🖤✨

A loud thud from the hallway stole your attention. You were by all accounts waiting for Joker to come home, diligently working on your laptop in the living room.

It was All Hallow's Eve and you weren't in the mood for the scary festivities that everyone in Gotham was excited for. You were tired of the jump scares and harmless tricks being pulled. You rolled your eyes whenever someone 'tried' to scare you and grabbed fistfuls of candy as your reward for being 'brave.'

You just wanted the night and this dumb holiday to be over with.

You had your favorite drink poured up and a good playlist going in the penthouse as you waited for J but you still heard the literal bump in the night.

You barely looked up from your keyboard. "Nuh uh not tonight Satan."

Whatever it was, it wasn't your concern and you weren't going to investigate and get yourself killed in the process.

A few more minutes passed uneventfully until the lights flickered. You looked at the ceiling in disdain. It wasn't thundering out and you paid your electrical bill.

"No ma'am.. no sir.. we ain't doing nooooooone of dat." You got up and rustled inside a side drawer until you found your storm candles and a lighter. And with good timing, because once they were lit, the power went out.

Your ancestors were not having it.

This was not a cheap Halloween movie where they kill off people of color in the first five minutes. You had no patience for this foolishness.

If something was haunting your house it better help pay the rent or sit down and act like it had some sense. You were making great strides with your wip tonight and you refused to be murdered.

Then you heard the same thud, much louder, drawing closer. It was followed by the sound of you name groaned out in agony. Nope nope nopeity nope. You did not mess with the paranormal.

You slapped your laptop closed, gathered your drink in hand, and was walking towards your bedroom, all in the same millisecond. Time for bed. It could kill you in your sleep for all you cared.

The nonchalant attitude you had must've angered the spirit for the second you walked past the source of the strange sounds, it tried to grab you.

And that where it made a mistake.

You dropped your glass, swung your laptop and connected with something solid before going in with straight kicks and punches. If you stopped and listened you would've heard its pleas for you to stop but your flight or fight instincts had kicked in. And you were fighting. Period.

You were still dropping kicking the poor spirit until it grabbed your ankle and dragged you down to the floor.

You didn't know spirits had physical forms but none of that mattered. It had enough and cried uncle, "Y/N IT'S ME!"

You recognized the voice instantly and stopped fighting.

"Joker? What the...." you found your laptop (cracked beyond repair) and opened the lid to let the soft glow shine in the dark hallway.

Joker ripped off the white sheet covering his body and clutched his head. His hair was sticking to his forehead from all the grease and sweat. "Geeez doll you got quite the uh.. left hook. Owwww.."

You smacked Joker upside the head again just because you could.

"Why are you creeping up on me wearing a dusty bedsheet?! Have you finally lost it?" He quickly replied a 'uh yeah' before you shot him an unamused glare.

"Its Halloooweeeeen Bunny. I wanted to uhh scare ya. Well. That didn't worK." J pouted while rubbing his sore jaw. That would hurt come morning. He watched you stand up with a wary eye, "Where ya going?"

You stood over him hands on your hips and a stern gaze. It was high time you gave him a piece of your mind.

"You of all people know better not to try and scare a person from Blüdhaven! We fight first, ask questions later! What's my least favorite holiday, J?" you demanded.

He looked away with another pout. "Halloween." He grumbled.

"Exactly! I don't play with that paranormal mess! Now you done made me break my laptop across your head head trying to defend myself. And you're buying me another one since its your fault sneaking up on me! On God, I was ready to lay you out Joker. You play too much!"

He didn't know whether to be guilty or to burst out laughing. Your Blüdhaven accent was coming out the more angrier you got and he loved when your native dialect slipped through the cracks. It was kinda hot...

An angry bunny was entertaining to watch and even better in bed.

You stomped over J to head towards your private bedroom and in doing so, his plans of seducing you vanished. You were not in the mood. You might actually suffocate Joker with a pillow if you slept in the same bed right now.

Joker was left alone in the hallway as your bedroom door slammed shut. He could still hear you grumbling to yourself even behind closed doors. Joker waited a few minutes before bursting out laughing.

He made a mental note to make you angry in the future. It was a fun way to end the hallowed night.

#happy halloweeeeeeen #ledger joker x reader #joker x y/n #ledger joker #black!fem!reader #i have way too many wips #but when an idea arises..#his lighthouse

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