#hes on thin ice

[skyrigel]

Fuckboy! Simon loves getting a reaction out of his shy, nerdy roommate.

He likes the way your eyes go molten whenever he invites over birds who won't stop groping at him, going crazy with their seductive Simon, Simon, Simon, who are easy and free to open up his shirt and flirt shamelessly — loves how you excuse jealousy as nerdy talks of not being able to study with his whole loud crowd.

Simon goes crazy when his eyes meet yours over the head of some--nameless--only--for--the--night hot chick he's making out with. Oh, he can cum alone at your warm face, so bothered, playing with the hem of your cardigan, licking your lips and blinking away.

He loves, loves, loves seeing you giveaway even the slightest of tremor, smallest of signs that you care, that when altogether his restraint would break down, and there would be no other way except pinning you under him all the while kissing you senseless, so he knows it's not a one way dance.

Which is exactly why he tugs his smirk back before asking in a voice he has mindlessly reserved for you, low in his throat, coated with sugar.

“Ya’ reckon you can get out da’ flat today, huh ?”

You look up at him; eyes glazed with a natural softness, one fingertip aligned to where you stopped reading.

How much he wants to kiss your eyelid—

“Why ?”

“Got a date.” Simon grins, “Big tits Jessica.”

“Jessica from chemistry ?” you hum softly.

His gaze slides along your exposed neck to shoulders, from where your sweater had dragged down. Simon has to take a moment to recover from the cadence his heart just experienced all at once.

“Wha— dunno. Bigs tits…blon.. brunette.”

Maybe blonde.

He can only see your tinted face, and the way you sit with your knees up, your sweater sleeves going down knuckles.

Simon doesn't know why he gets so anxious when you stop looking at him, and continue reading the black thursday of October, 1929. He starts to recognise that the way his heart tugs might be incoming heart stroke because you won't see him.

Until you break the silent torture. “Okay.”

He almost doesn't hear you from the storming inside him — to somehow shovel this topic forever, and to keep you accompany in any other way, to make you laugh with that amoeba joke you always chuckled despite saying it's not funny.

To kiss this small sad smile away from your lips.

“Wot ?” he shudders.

“Alright, I actually had a library date so—”

“Date ?!” Simon jerks up so fast, with his palm planted flat on the small dining table.

You flutter your lashes, barely concealed smirk at the way your empty tea cup rattles on the table.

Good.

“Yeah. Isn't he your mate—” you scan his waning face, he thinks only he can do this but two can play a game, “Johnny.”

“Mactavish ?!” he blurts urgently, the nerve on his neck feels like it would explode. Honestly, he'd explode whole before he sends you off with Johnny on what ? Library date his ass. It foul play on his innocent roommate, he ain't letting anyone take you away.

“Are you alright, Simon ?” You ask him, dripping with innocence.

Simon slowly sits back down, trying to form sentences that aren't ‘I am in love with you,’ and ‘Don't go with that dog. Stay with me forever.’

“I…I don't feel like…hey, um, reckon we should stay in and revise.” Simon quips, hopefully glancing at your open book.

“Exams are so close.” he presses on at your raised brow.

“Exams are nine weeks away.” you counter, Simon doesn't take it that way.

“See ?! There's no time.” he jumps out and snatches away your empty cup while scanning at the open page, “I really need to study bout this whole great... depression.”

You scoff under your breath, he takes that as a win with his silly-relieved smile.

“Gonna make tea for us, and tell Johnny ya’ won't be able to make it today, alright ?”

“Alright.” you whisper, grinning in the sleeve of your sweater.

Got him all riled up this time, aye.

⚝ Masterlist ⚝

[weebssecretattic]

Cole's contact, saved in Jackie's phone: "Cole"

Cole's contact, saved in Jackie's phone after he left her at school: "col"

Cole's contact, saved in Jackie's phone after he put bleach in her shampoo: "co"

[grandmasickomode]

That stupid punk vampire from bg3 drained my tiefling barbarian dry on the first encounter in camp and she was just paying dead in camp like.

"ANYONE GONNA ASK. ANYONE. NO? WE'RE JUST COOL WITH THIS."

I should have made her punch him in the face for that but Chichi is too sweet and kind and gets it so she forgave him.

[peace-hunter]

For the haunted au:

We already know they all hate Megatron and no one can understand what Optimus sees in him so they just assume Optimus has terrible taste in mechs and try to push him towards other bots to date instead.

Megatronus: what about that Femme Elita? She is strong, loyal, and has a good helm on her shoulders.

Optimus: what? What are you guys talking about now?

Solus: what about that doctor? Ratchet? He would be a great choice considering how reckless Optimus is.

Optimus: seriously what are you guys talking about!?

they have Opinions™ about it yes. Optimus is absolutely mortified about it and would like to never speak of the topic ever again thank you and good night.

he also cannot believe bee would betray him like that. this is the second time he's been murdered by friendly fire OTL

haunted au

bonus:

[chloesimaginationthings]

You drew him as such a baby here... so cute!

Oswald is just a lil guy.. Pit Bonnie get sent to super hell for bullying him

[mellosdrawings]

So... heat waves are fun (not)

(Bonus : Mama Jamil)

[holoship]

[sevastiel]

God he'd better hope the dormizone isn't occupied when he comes in

[dogg0melette]

10 minutes into playing Palia

[mangobeast]

heat stroke

joining the trend, as a treat. as soon as i saw that photo shoot i knew what i had to do.

[on thin ice]

[almondcroissantsandink]

my fave certified baddies from the until dawn remake

[wantbytaemin]

you don’t get it.

[nikolaj-costerwaldau]

VIGGO MORTENSEN

as Aragorn, in The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003)

[galacticlamps]

To-Do List for Today:

1) Don't think about how alarmed Charles is when Edwin's straining against the mirror in 1.2, how he yells at him to stop before he 'rips his arm clean off,' or about how Edwin (almost uncharacteristically) has no retort at all to that but immediately composes himself

2) Also don't think about how, judging by the already-somewhat-unnecessary explanation Edwin provides in 1.7, Charles must be learning for the very first time that (at least some of) his 70+ years being Tortured In Hell consisted of a giant spider demon repeatedly tearing him apart

3) Especially don't think of those two facts in tandem--

ah damn I've fucked it up already, oh well I guess there's always tomorrow

[bialbovi]

I DIDNT EVEN PLAN TO DRAW THIS but after another stressful week my hand has s l i p p e d 💋👁️

[sam-reid]

Assad Zaman as Armand INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 2.05: DON'T BE AFRAID, JUST START THE TAPE.