roommate war

hc/ramble threads masterpost

blackwatch jesse

training jesse in orienteering

blackwatch gabe

gabe but reaper while in bw??

gabe lent jesse his terry p books

not a thread but please, imagine, trying to convince genji to wear pants

modern reyes family 

sombra

more sombra

sombra compared to young jesse

are sombra and jesse friends

sombra and jesse are terrible roommates

updates

gabe is fucked up over economics

blackwatch in general

Roommate: what movie is this?

Me: Captain America: civil war

Roommate: oh again

Me: I just really wanted to look at Tom Holland for a little bit ok?!

Apparently building models is easier if you can actually see what the hell you’re doing

Get yourself some roommates who have Star Wars discourse screaming matches on a regular basis. Yes I sometimes join in.

The Thing About Roommates

Fandom: Star Wars (Modern AU)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

As requested by anonymous: Poe and reader are roommates and if Poe ever has a date at home sometimes reader accidentally wanders through the room forgetting Poe has a date and is always interrupting. Poe’s dates never mind and reader really doesn’t mean to interrupt they just forget but ohhhh one day Poe has had enough so after his date went home he confronts reader like really closely confronts them

A/N: mentions and implications of sex.


Finding different girls in your kitchen almost every morning was no surprise to you. Your best friend, Poe “I can get any girl I want” Dameron, was such a playboy. There were often times where whenever you walked into the kitchen and see a new girl there, you’d just strike up a conversation with them. Talk about movies, the news, celebrities, whatever. It didn’t have to be awkward so you didn’t make it awkward.

Did you often wish that these girls were you? Yes and no. You didn’t want to be a conquest to Poe. You wanted him to care for and touch you with so much love. Like with the love you had for him…

ANYWAY

The thing about Poe was that he often told you when he’d have a date over. He always reminded you…you just would often forget. That would usually get you into some sticky situations…


One time Poe was starting to go at it with his date. They were aggressively making out on the couch. You didn’t know this was happening when you walked into the living room. You stopped mid-step when you saw the girl rip her top off. You sure as hell didn’t want to see any more. So you cautiously began walking backwards and you were successful…until you bumped into a table thus causing a vase to fall over. 

The girl looked up and both of you met each other’s gaze with wide eyes, “Oh my God!” The girl grabbed for her shirt and covered herself. She leaped off of Poe’s lap, “I thought you said no one was home!”

“Yeah, I thought so too.”

You cautiously and shyly waved, “Uh, hi?”

“I-uh, think I’m gonna go, Poe. I’ll see you around.”

“No! Wait, Ashley! We could just-”

“It’s okay. Just call me.” ‘Ashley’ as you just learned her name, quickly put on her top and left your place. 

Poe groaned with frustration and stood glaring at you, “I told you I had a date!”

“I’m sorry! I forgot!”

“Whatever, Y/N.” Poe stalked to his room muttering about having to deal with situation by himself.

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anonymous asked:

OH MY GOODNESS. OLD OBIWAN AND OLD MAUL IN YOUR TIRED FIC IS SOMETHING I DIDN'T KNOW I NEEDED UNTIL NOW. DO THEY HAVE SARCASTIC TEA TOGETHER? AWKWARD ROOMMATE SHENANIGANS? OR DOES MAUL JUST PERODICALLY LEAVE DEAD THINGS FOR OBI-WAN LIKE A CAT DOES?

LISTEN ANON I HAVE BEEN HOARDING THIS QUIET SPECULATIVE FIC IN MY HEAD FOR SIX MONTHS AND NOW I FINALLY POST IT AND PEOPLE LIKE IT??? I AM OVERWHELMED WITH JOY

to me, here’s what happens: it takes months (MONTHS) of dancing around, occasionally glimpsing the shadowy Nightbrother as he scampers off, leaving food out to try and tempt him into an actual building and possibly a wash of some kind. Maul will linger for a few moments- Obi-wan silhouetted in his doorway, his lights on indoors, trying to make it apparent that he’s home, he’d be open to a visitor- but Maul stands on the border between the reaching light and the comforting shadow, and stares for a moment before retreating.

He stares a little longer every time, though.

Eventually- and it’s a very long eventually- Maul stands with him when he watches over Luke. He does a wild-animal sort of creep, where at first he’s quite far off, then a little closer, then closer still; eventually he’s standing next to Obi-wan like they’re friends, partners even. Like they could work well together.

“You’ll not harm him,” Obi-wan says, stern. This is his line in the sand.

“You’re raising that boy to kill the Emperor.” Maul replies, looking at the thin teenaged form. “I don’t care whose child he is, if you think he can do it someday, I will take first watch.”

They stand together a little while more. The silence is comfortable. There is a sense of having said all that they each need to say; Obi-wan notices that peaceful feeling more and more as time goes on.

“How long has it been,” he mentions off-handedly, “since you slept in a proper bed, Maul?”

“All my life.” Maul answers automatically.

Obi-wan’s stomach drops. He had always thought that Maul had been raised on Dathomir, before being selected as a Sith the way his brother had been; but the more time he spends with the man, the more convinced he becomes that there was no Fall to the Darkness for Maul. He was just raised in it, consumed by pain and terror from earliest infancy.

“Come home with me.” He’d meant it to sound more tactful. But, well. It’s out now. His Negotiator’s tongue had always dried up around Maul, anyways. It’s a bit refreshing, honestly.

Maul quirks his head, like a bird plucking at seeds deciding whether or not the sentient holding the bag of food will eat them. He’s still, there is no anxiety about his form or his stance, but there are little stresses in the way he holds his fingertips together tightly or clenches his teeth.

“You can leave at any time,” Obi-wan soothes. “But- I could use the company.”

Owen calls Luke inside for supper, and the boy pulls himself out from under the vaporator with the same easy grace as Anakin used to. Obi-wan watches him and aches.

When he turns to leave, Maul is still behind him.

Day 5: It’s Just a Prank, Bro (thomas x reader)

Horror prank war with roommate Thomas

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Originally posted by shitthesignssay

You sat on your hands, waiting any moment now for Thomas to come in. The cheapest prank in the book: a bucket of water over the door. Every year, you and Thomas would do your annual Halloween prank month.

In October, obviously.

It was the 30th, a day before Halloween. From silly string to falling on banana peels, the two of you went wild. You were going easy on him this time, though. He told you he was coming home from the barbershop. What better way to prank him than pouring water on his head? It was an ass move, you admitted that already, but you had to do it.

You heard the downstairs door open, and grinned, sitting on the couch in silence. Any moment now.

The lock turned, and Thomas walked in. He looked furious. You widened your eyes. Shit.

“Y/N, guess what this asshol-” He gasped, the cold water pouring over his curls. Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit-

“You fucker!” He threw his bag to the side, glaring at you from under his damp floof. He was irritated, and you made it ten times worse.

You didn’t want to waste any time. You leaped over the couch, running as quickly as you could to your room. You heard his heavy footsteps behind you. You weren’t going to make it.

Your door was open, so you went in the closest. You squealed, seeing Thomas’ red eyes. You tried shutting the door, but he put his foot in the way.

“Tommy, we can talk about this-”

“Well, how about you take your hand off the door and we can talk. Calmly,” He put his hand on the crack, looking down at you. You shook your head, and he shrugged, pulling on the door.

It was a useless attempt, but you were trying to pull back anyway. He put both of his hands on it, and you knew it was fruitless. You heard the wood splinter, and he completely opened it. You smiled at him sheepishly, rubbing the back of your head. He pulled you by your arm, making you sit on the bed.

He then began walking back and forth, glancing at you ever so often. You knew he wasn’t going to actually kill you, but the thought did cross your mind. He was already pissed, and you made it worse.

“Your hair did look nice, by the way. I like how they shaped your beard.”

You were trying to break the tension. He said nothing, his look becoming much angrier than before. You were definitely fucked.

He moved closer to you, putting a finger on your forehead. “You better watch yourself, Y/N. I’m coming for you.”

And with that, he moved back. You weren’t sure if you should laugh, but your lips betrayed you. You cracked a smile. He shook his head, leaving the room.

“Just you wait, Y/N.”

-

You were sitting in the kitchen, sipping on a bowl of soup. Thomas walked in, his shoulders slumped over and his faced riddled with exhausted. You held out the bowl to him, but he shook his head, throwing his body into the chair across from you. 

“Long day?’ You asked, taking another spoonful. The noodle fell on the side of the spoon, and back into the bowl. You frowned.

“One name: Alexander Hamilton.” He grumbled, rubbing his head. 

“Bummer. Good looking guy, though,” You wiggled your eyebrows. He rolled his eyes at you, sticking up the middle finger.

You noticed a small blood stain on the front pocket of his shirt. The strain began growing in size. You dropped your spoon, widening your eyes.

“Tommy, your chest, it’s bleeding.” 

He glanced down, touching the mark. He jumped up, cursing and running to the sink. You grabbed a first aid kit as he ripped off his clothing. Underneath, a huge lump was exposed, bleeding profusely. His eyes stretched, and he touched it.

“Fuck!” He cursed, pressing his hand against the wound. The blood began leaking through, and you froze. Your heart was beating faster and faster as you stared at him.

He looked at you, panicked, “Y/N, give me the butterfly stitches.”

You scrambled through the box, trying to find something. Thomas held himself up with one hand on the counter, closing his eyes tightly. You couldn’t find any of the stupid stitches. He trembled, slowly going down to the floor.

“Y/N…” He breathed, falling onto the floor. You dropped the first-aid kit on the floor, running over to him. He coughed, blood pouring out. You grabbed your phone off the table, trying to unlock it to call the police.

“Stay with me, Tommy. You’ll be okay, just keep your eyes open!”

Thomas clutched your hand, and you looked down at him. He opened one eye, and a grin stretched across his face. You stopped opening your phone, confused.

“Thomas…?” You asked.

He began laughing, leaning up slowly. He took off the wound from his chest, and spit out the blood in his mouth, “Told you I’d get you back.”  He said, grinning wickedly. You pushed his arm away, glaring at him.

“Thomas, you’re a fucking joke. I hate you,” You stood up, pushing away from him.

He rolled his eyes, “It’s just a prank, Y/N.”

“Fuck you.”

All’s Fair (pt 3)

Originally posted by yeshelloyehet

Member: Exo Baekhyun

Type: Fluff/Slight Smut/Future Smut

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10

You gasped as his fingers creeped under your shirt, swirling little patterns into your skin. You dropped the toast that was in your hand, letting it fall onto the floor as he chewed silently. He swallowed as he looked up at you, his fingers digging into his hips as he asked, “Do you like me or something?” 

“What?” you scoffed, turning your head to look away from him, hoping that your expression wasn’t revealing your embarassment. The question startled you, and you weren’t exactly sure how to respond.

Since your little game began, you’d considered it all…well a game. It hadn’t been very long at all since it had stared, and you thought back to the little things you’d done to him over the past two days before looking down at yourself, straddling his lap as he held tightly onto your hips. 

What the hell was going on? 

“I…we’re just messing around right? I mean, this is a game…” you stuttered, and your felt Baekhyun’s grip loosen, his eyes lowering as he blinked a few times.

“A game?” he questioned, raising his eyebrows again. “You realize that you’re sitting on my lap wearing no pants. You…you were grinding on me.”

“I’m aware.”

He stared up at you, an incredulous look on his face before he broke into his signature boyish grin, his hands falling off your hips and moving to cross over his chest as he looked up at you. 

“So are we going to keep playing?” he asked, and you could feel the challenge in his voice as he continued, “Because if we do I guarantee you’ll just end up wanting me.” 

You scoffed again, flicking his forehead. His expression changed into an adorable pout as you responded, “I don’t like you okay? I just like winning.” You shifted, getting off Baekhun’s lap and pulling down your shirt slightly, feeling a bit more self-conscious about your visible underwear. He only snorted, leaning back in his chair.

“So wanna keep playing?” 

You watched his mischevious eyes, not sure if this was just some trap or if he actually wanted to keep this long-term nervous game going. You wrinkled your nose, turning on your heel and walking back into the kitchen to clean up the pans you’d used to make breakfast, not willing to give him the satisfaction of an answer. 

“Yah, at least pick up your toast!” he bickered, but you ignored him, moving your pan to the sink to begin scrubbing. You heard his chair move behind you as he stood up, but you kept your eyes down. 

Suddenly two arms moved around yours, one carrying the plate to set next to the sink and the other moving to touch your arm, running down it to reach yoru soapy hands. You jumped slightly, and his other hand moved to join his first hand which was still holding yours. You’d stopped scrubbing; you bit your lip as you felt his warm body behind you and watched the muscles in his arm ripple as his fingers intertwined with yours. 

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice breathy as his chest pressed up against your back. You shivered as his thumbs rubbed the backs of your hands, and you felt his breath against your ear before he whispered. 

“If you don’t want to play anymore does that mean I win?”

Your breath caught in your thoat as he left you, the warmth of his body suddenly disappearing as he left the kitchen, still laughing at your surprised expression. 

You huffed, turning off the tap and going back to your room, glad that Baekhyun’s door across from yours was closed. You flopped onto your bed, groaning as your mind replayed Baekhyun’s laughter over and over again.

You didn’t really like him did you? I mean you’d only lived together for a few months, and although your relationship was much closer than before, you weren’t sure if these feelings were romantic or not. 

In the past six months, even you had to have noticed Baekhyun’s lingering touches. His hand that stayed on your shoulder for just a moment too long, his arms that brushed up against yours when he walked through the kitchen even though there was enough room for the both of you…what was that? Your mind suddenly remembered the one intimate moment you’d ever had with your roommate before the war began, and you closed your eyes, picturing the time around a month ago. 

“But I didn’t even get to see him before he-” you choked, your tears falling fast as you clutched your cell phone to your ear as your mom consoled you.

“Sweetie, I know. He was getting old, you know it happens. Come on, it’s okay…sweetie?” your mom seemed to run out of things to say to you as you cried over the phone, curled up on your bed. “Sweetie I have to go, I’m so sorry…I promise it’s gonna be okay,” she reassured, and you sniffled.

“Bye mom,” you replied, sniffling again as you dropped your phone next to you on the bed curling up in your blankets again. As you cried silently, you were faintly aware of your door creaking open and a nervous Baekhyun shuffling in. You shut your eyes, wiping your tears as you hid your face in your pillow. 

You heard the squeak of your bed as your roommate climbed onto the mattress, positioning himself so he was lying on his back next to you. He started to babble as he always did when times seemed stressful, and you were almost thankful that he was here to keep your mind off of your trauma. 

“I don’t know what happened but I mean bad things always happen right? I’m not trying to make your problem seem small that’s not what I mean it’s just I’ve never seen you cry and I don’t really know what to do right now and do you want a hug because I can give you a hug and-”

You wiggled in your spot, turning around to move your teary face in the space between his neck and his shoulder. He stopped talking and you heard his sharp intake of breath as you snuggled closer to him, letting his warmth envelope you. 

“So you do need a hug,” he muttered, his voice suddenly lower and deeper than before. He shifted so he was on his side now, your face burried in his chest and his arm wrapped around your shoulders as he held you. 

You stayed like that for a while until your breathing evened out and your tears began to dry. You sniffled, realizing that your hands had been bunched up in the front of Baekhyun’s shirt. You felt your cheeks get hot as you noticed how close you two were, and your hands unclenched, releasing his shirt which was probably all wrinkled now. 

Your hands were flat on his chest now, and you could feel his heartbeat through his shirt and you held back a gasp, wondering if he was as nervous as you were right then. You looked up, cracking an eye open to look at your roommate whose arms were still wrapped around you. He was watching you, his cheeks tinged and his lips slightly parted, his grip slightly loosening as he stuttered, “You-you’re okay now? I mean like if you’re not you can always talk to me and if you need we can stay like this I don’t mind unless you find it uncomfortable-”

You let out a stifled giggle, making him stop whatever he was saying as you immediately covered your mouth. You couldn’t help it; he was so cute when he rambled like this all nervous and you just had to laugh. He broke into a smile as you covered your mouth, shaking his head slightly. 

“No it’s okay,” he chuckled, grabbing your hand to pull off your smiling mouth. “Don’t hide it. I’m glad you’re happy now.” 

You swallowed, suddenly feeling that twinge of saddness again. He saw the change in your expression and pressed closer to you so you could feel his breath on your face. His lips were only an inch away from you, and you couldn’t help but think about how soft they looked. 

“Sorry,” you muttered, looking down again at his chest, feeling your eyes burn again. “I just didn’t know that he was going to die…I would’ve visited him…he was such a nice cat and I just didn’t realize-”

“Wait huh?” he exclaimed. You looked up to see Baekhyun’s mouth open, an absolutely priceless expression on his face. “You…your cat died? Is that why you’ve been crying? Because of your cat?”

You nodded silently watching your roommate groan. Your eyebrows furrowed as you replied, “Hey he was really important to me okay? What are you trying to say, that I’m overreacting? That he was just a cat?”

He shook his head, clicking his tongue at you once as he explained himself, “I don’t know I’ve just never seen someone cry this hard over a pet. I’m not saying they’re not important but yeah I’m sorry. Really I- yah where are you going?” 

You’d pulled out of his grasp, a scowl on your face as he sat up on your bed, his eyes wide. There was no way you could be comforted by this man. How could he not take this seriously?

You bit your lip, shaking your head at the memory. There was no way you liked Baekhyun. Anyone who didn’t take your cat’s death seriously wasn’t worth liking. 

You groaned, sitting up in your bed and running your fingers through your hair. You scrolled through your social media on your phone for a while, trying to keep busy and not think about Baekhyun’s words from earlier. 

If you don’t want to play anymore does that mean I win?

As rational as you thought you were, the idea of losing this…game to Baekhyun irritated you. You groaned, getting off your bed and leaving your room. Baekhyun was sitting on the couch in the living room, flipping through channels to find something to watch. 

His head turned to your as you walked in, his eyes trailing down your body. You looked, down, suddenly remembering your lack of pants. You groaned inwardly, but didn’t feel like giving him the satisfaction of going back in out of embarassment. As he tunred back to the screen, you flopped down on the couch next to him, pulling your knees up and hugging them to your chest as you watched him flip through channels.

“We have Netflix, why don’t we marathon something?” you asked nonchalantly as the channels stopped flipping landing on some random family movie you’d never heard of. 

He only hummed, staying on the family movie. You turned to him, ready to grab the remote when you saw the look on his face. His eyes were dark and blown wide, focused on you. Followed his eyes to where he was watching, seeing that your shirt was riding up on the side, giving him a perfect view of your panties stretched around your hips, barely covering you. He stared, his lips parting slightly and you raised an eyebrow, shifting.

“Yah…do you like me or something?” you smirked, and his eyes flashed up to yours. You weren’t sure what came over you in that moment but you moved closer to him, your hand landing on his knee and running up to his thigh as he sank down further into the couch, leaning into your touch, his lashes fluttering. 

Suddenly you found yourself on your back with your wrists pinned down against the couch armrest. Your legs were parted, one falling off the couch as Baekhyun rested between them, leaning over you. You looked down and let out a small gasp as you saw your shirt which had ridden up above your belly button, leaving your stomach and underwear completely exposed.

Why didn’t you just go wear pants when you had the chance?

You felt your face heat up as you stared at Baekhyun above you. He was watching your face intently, the usual boyish mischief gone from his eyes and replaced with something different. You shivered as his hands tightened against your wrists before he raised his eyebrows questioningly. 

“So,” he murmured, rubbing your wrists with his thumbs gently as his eyes bore into yours. “You do want to play…Okay then.” 

You swallowed hard as his face came closer to yours until you could feel the heat from his body as it hovered over you and his breath on your face. Suddenly his eyes smiled as a grin broke out on his face, the same boyish grin he’d always had. Your heart stopped at the sudden change, and you bit your lip as he spoke again, his voice playful.

“Let’s play.”

All’s Fair Mini Masterlist

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mybristy  asked:

Heya! I really loved ur blog umm can I request RFA boys reacting to mc and MCs lil sisters prank videos ? Like the video was send to them accidentally? This think totally poped into mah head after watching roommate wars from Alisha Marie lolol. Special request for Jumin. Hope u have a lovely day :)

ahhh thank you so much ! and i can relate to this lol i have a younger sister myself who pranks me all the time

i’m actually going to tweak your requests but adding the part where in the video MC gets hurt

Zen:
- he is checking his email for promotions and comes upon a random file
- “tf is this.?”
- opens it and the video starts right away
- “hey guys it’s MC today i’m going to re start my prank wars with my sister.”
- zen didn’t know you had a sister he was a little bit shocked.
- Was bracing himself throughout the whole video with suspense
- “NO DONT DO IT MC!!”
- shouts at his computer screen
- in the video MC broke her arm
- “so that’s how she broke it.”

Yoosung

- he was studying for his last finals
- “hey MC can you send me that file that has all my semester notes please?”
- received a video file instead
- opens it and immediately pays attention to the video instead of his studying
- “i’m going to prank my sister today. it’s her birthday so today will be the “perfect” day for her.”
- yoosung watches attentively until you get hurt.
- “okay so we are at the hospital now and apparently i tore a ligament in my leg and i will need surgery.”
- yoosung called you
- “ MC WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME YOU TORE A LIGAMENT BY PRANKING YOUR SISTER?!”


Jumin:

- another boring day at the office
- checks emails and finds the video file
- “hey guys it’s MC and today i will be pranking my sister using only two things, fake blood and a cat.”
- “ELIZABETH WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THE VIDEO?!?”
- watches attentively at what is about to happen
- actually jumped out of his chair when he sees you get hurt instead of elizabeth
- calls you immediately
- “Mc why did you use Elizabeth in a prank video? But that’s now the question ARE YOU HURT?!”

Seven
- when he first was doing background checks on you he hacked into your accounts.
- finds some prank videos and watches them
- “I’m MC and you’re watching prank wars!”
- “OH GOD SHES BEAUTIFUL!”
- watches as he is hacking until he hears glass break in the video
- oh no
- “wow these videos are good!”
- takes your ideas to prank Vanderwood
- “oh madam vanderwood where are you?”


the formatting might be WEIRD BUT THATS OK THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING