#roomate AU

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

gogurt

[llmsos]

@crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington lethan au‼️‼️ smth abt Ethan being the more unsettling one out of the two is UGHGHGH

[spjafterhours]

little heads up ;o]

[bucket-crafts]

My roommates AU

I drew it in the wrong order but oh well 😔💔

[intistone]

two burnt idiots au

literally the name of the au, it has been on my mind for a while aksdfjlakdsfj already made some art but i would like to ramble reeee-

Just Firefighter Reader doing a patrol of the Pizzaplex Ruins for salvaging stuff, a fella who is honestly really grouchy and doesn't put up with any losers, more of a punch first and think later personality to just get the job done. They have trauma themselves from surviving a fire, but they honestly rather they deal with the details themselves and not really get attached to anyone else.

And...they find Eclipse.

Or more like punch them in the face while doing the patrol of the ruins.

But i think this could be more like a roommate au or something, cause i feel like Y/N could open up to these lads and the lads would also get somewhere to stay and honestly get a well-deserved place to rest and recover from clear TRAUMA that they got from the fire and their time at the plex. two burnt idiots just getting along and putting up with their issues and shenanigans and just....idk a comfort story for those two characters.

also may be a very possible fic in the future after i finish scars and scales hehehe

[storiesofsvu]

Best Friend Duty

Requested. Platonic!Harvard!Barhoun Rita Calhoun x Rafael Barba besties. Could technically be read as a previous relationship or the beginning of a romantic relationship, but also just as besties. Cause lets be real, these two are besties who have fucked at least once. No real warnings, just some sickness, and a teeeeeeny glimpse of isolated childhood. Obvious sass & language.

Rafael had almost been confused when he’d come home to a quiet apartment, Rita was usually awake late, pouring over case studies, law journals, writing papers or going over mock arguments. Instead he was met with just a lamp in the corner of the living room, an open text book on the coffee table beside a nearly full bowl of pasta, silence and darkness echoing through the rest of the apartment. Glancing down the hallway he noticed that Rita’s bedroom door was shut, no light coming from under it and he almost wondered if she’d finally decided to go out on a school night.

Knowing she wouldn’t care; he tossed the food into the microwave to scarf down as his own very late dinner, glancing through what she’d been studying before disappearing, unsurprised to find it was related to the most recent essay assignment they had. Frowning, he took another bite of pasta, that was one thing he’d always enjoyed since moving in with Rita for their third year at Harvard, getting to come home and go over law material, courses and assignments with each other. When he lived in the dorms he was stuck with randoms, not necessarily the same department, year or interests. With Rita he felt at home, at peace and despite her not having a single maternal bone in her body, he felt taken care of. Her coming home with extra groceries when he was having trouble balancing work with school, his paycheques taking a hit because of it, bribing him into shopping trips on the weekends because he had a better fashion sense than her girlfriends. Those trips that always ended up with her commenting that he’d need a good suit to kick off his career, slowly building up his wardrobe one piece at a time as a thank you. Having someone around who understood how his brain worked, someone who was respectable, quiet and knew to keep the lights low when he’d been studying too long and his migraines were starting to settle in.

It balanced out because the best she could do in the kitchen was scrambled eggs, peanut butter toast, vegetables thrown together randomly to be called a salad, or unseasoned shrimp and rice on a good day. Rafael started adding things to the grocery list a few weeks into moving in, appreciating that she always picked the things up so he could cook them actual, seasoned and delicious food. Shopping balanced out because he really did have a good fashion sense, even if it was more impacted by Rita, and his memory was impeccable, he’d be able to spot a pair of earrings that would go with a suit she’d bought months ago, forgotten at the back of her closet. And while she was guiding him through his migraines, he was the one who would always make sure she actually ate, that coffee was brewed at the beginning of the day, that she put away the textbooks and go to bed sometime before dawn if they had class the next day.

Things were completely platonic, but they loved each other, and they knew they always would. Best friends from the moment they met despite what society’s expectations would say, hell, despite what some of their classmates would say. They belonged in each others lives, they helped take care of each other, work through the toughest times together and they would always be there for each other.

Which is why when Rafael rolled over in the middle of the night and his arm hit something that wasn’t a pillow, he wasn’t totally confused. He groaned softly, shifting on the bed, his eyes scrunching tightly shut in an attempt to hold onto his sleep, his hand finding Rita’s elbow, rubbing gently as he relaxed into the pillows.

“Did you really have to punch me in the tit?” She grumbled and he let out a huff.

“You’re the one invading my bed.” He groaned, “what’re you doing here?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” She replied, a hoarse cough breaking up her words, “my room’s freezing. I’m freezing.”

Rafael wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her flush to her before his hand wandered up, the back of it resting against her forehead, “you’re burning up.”

“Shut up.” Rita mumbled, readjusting so she was comfortable in his arms, “lemme sleep.”

“So… you snuck into my room at four a.m. to what? Cuddle….?” He chuckled.

“I came into your room for comfort, and for warmth.” Her fingers pinched at his wrist, “so can we just go back to sleep?”

“Sure.” Rafael laughed softly, squeezing at her softly, “you know you’re cute when you’re half asleep like this.”

“Will you just hold me!” Rita let out a near whine and he could hear her voice breaking, frowning as he knew there were likely tears building in her eyes. It wasn’t often that Rita behaved like this, that she felt like this, that she desired to depend on someone else. It was clear to Rafael by the time his eyes were shutting again that she definitely wasn’t feeling one hundred percent, his arm winding tightly around her waist, making sure she was fully in his embrace as they fell back asleep.

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Rita didn’t wake up until the early afternoon, the bed empty but blankets wrapped tightly around her, a sealed bottle of water sat on the nightstand beside a pack of Tylenol and it appeared Rafael had even gone to the length of grabbing the portable heater from her room to make sure she was no longer freezing. She definitely wasn’t, she felt almost sticky with sweat, her mouth dry and her head throbbing as she ever so slowly rolled over to grab the medicine and water. Her throat was on fire as she swallowed, the pills barely making it down and she groaned before breaking into a small coughing fit, wincing at the pain in her chest already. Whatever this was, it was hitting her hard and hitting her fast. Her only positive thought was that if came on this quickly maybe it would be gone within twenty four hours.

The coughing alerted Rafael that she was finally awake, the door creaking open and his head popping through it to see how she was, “are you up, up or just taking meds?”

“Up, up.” She replied with a groan, “I feel disgusting, I need to shower.” She attempted to push herself to her feet but swayed heavily and Raf darted through the room, an arm winding around her waist.

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

“I’m fine.” She insisted and he chuckled.

“You snuck into my bed in the middle of the night to be held, there’s clearly something wrong with you.”

“Shut it.” A small laugh broke out on her lips but it was just as quickly turned into another coughing fit, Rafael’s hand rubbing soothing circles on her back until she’d calmed down.

“Okay, let’s get you into the bathroom, at the very least the steam from the shower might help loosen some of that up and if you’re too dizzy a lazy washcloth shower will do, you’re just gonna sweat through your next sleep again anyways.”

“Are you planning to stay glued to my side the whole day? I’m not letting you in the bathroom with me.”

“Okay, then you can enjoy cracking your head open on the tub when you fall.”  He squeezed at her side gently, nudging her in the direction of the bathroom and she tried to shoot him a glare but her vision suddenly blurred and she paused a moment to shake out of it.

“Fine.”

Rita made him stay out of the bathroom until she was stripped down and hidden behind the shower curtain but did admit defeat and let him know she was sitting down after a couple of minutes. Even if it wasn’t the dizziness it was the general unwell feeling aching through her muscles, the shakiness of her hands as she tried to scrub the sickness away.

“You know maybe if you hadn’t skipped dinner last night you’d be able to make it through a shower.” Rafael called over the water.

“I didn’t skip dinner.”

“Rita, there were all of two bites taken out of that pasta and we both know it.”

“I wasn’t hungry.” She protested back, reaching up to turn off the taps, “and I was exhausted. I chose sleep over nourishment. Hand me a towel.” A warm, fluffy green one popped up between the shower curtain and the wall,

“Be careful when you stand up, and I’m leaving clothes on the basin for you.”

“Thanks.”

Rita waited until she heard the bathroom door click shut before she managed her way to her feet, cautiously stepping out of the tub to dry herself off. She couldn’t help but softly smile at the pile of clothes Rafael had left out for her, a pair of plaid pyjama pants of his that she tended to steal out of the laundry, a worn high school debate club shirt of her own and a Harvard hoodie they weren’t entirely sure who the correct owner was at this point. Pulling the hoodie tighter around her with a little shiver she padded out to the main part of the apartment, the television was on low, textbooks and note pads strewn across the coffee table next to a half full coffee cup. She made a beeline for the couch, tugging the blanket off the back of it before collapsing onto the cushions and wrapping it around herself. She snagged the remote, turning the volume up a bit before starting to channel surf to find something more entertaining to watch.

“Whatever you’re cooking smells amazing.”

“Good.” He chuckled, “it’s for you.”

“What?” She asked with a croak, sitting up and looking over the back of the couch to Raf in the kitchen.

“I figured you were coming down with something so I ran to the store this morning, picked up ingredients for soup.”

“Can’t that just come out of a can?”

“Sure. If you want bland, unseasoned crap.” He laughed, turning the heat down to a simmer, “didn’t your mom ever make you soup when you were sick as a kid?”

“Bold of you to assume my mother ever cooked anything for me. And if I was sick she’d throw some children’s Advil in the direction of my father and shuttle me off to the nannies for the week.”

“No wonder you hate being sick so much.” He frowned, crossing through the room, “it’s not about the actual illness, is it?”

“Being sick sucks.” Rita sighed, dropping back into the cushions, burrowing under the blanket as Raf perched on the arm of the couch. “You already feel like crap, you can’t do anything, your energy is zapped, you either have no appetite or you’re throwing up constantly. You’re not allowed to go to school and nobody wants anything to do with you so you’re holed up on your own feeling like you’re in isolation until you’re better.”

“You were the kid who sat up studying and doing homework while off sick, weren’t you?” He raised a brow in her direction and she looked up at him with a sheepish expression before scoffing.

“Yeah.” She tugged the blanket tighter under her chin, “can’t fall behind.”

“Well then be glad it’s the weekend.” He teased, a hand coming to ruffle at her hair and he clicked his tongue, “did you seriously wash your hair and not dry it?”

“I seem to remember getting lectured about not standing for too long.” She glared up at him and he rolled his eyes.

“If you sleep with it like this it’s going to be a tangled mess when you wake up and I already don’t wanna hear it. Gimmie a second.”

Rita let out a huff, her gaze falling back onto the television as he disappeared from the room. She heard the click of the kettle as he passed through the kitchen before he wandered down the hall for a couple of minutes, rustling around in one of the other rooms. By the time he came back the water was boiling and when he returned to the couch there was a steaming mug in his hand thrust into Rita’s line of sight.

“Sit up.” He instructed, “and take this.”

She grumbled but did as he asked, sitting with her back against the arm of the couch as Rafael situated himself on it once again. She noticed that the tea wasn���t one of their usual tea bags, a mix of scents wafting off the beverage and a cinnamon stick floating inside of it. Behind her, Rafael’s fingers shook out her damp hair, making sure he wasn’t going to come across any large knots before parting it down the center and starting to make two French braids. She let out a little happy hum, appreciative in the way that he wasn’t shying away from her when she was sick, that he hadn’t banished her to her bedroom until she was better, he didn’t seem to have any issues with potentially picking up whatever germs she was carrying. Truthfully, that was because he knew she had likely been contagious all week and they shared practically everything already. They frequently stole food off each other’s plates, finished the other person’s coffee and used the same utensils. Whenever Rita found the time to bake he knew she regularly licked batter off the mixing spoon to make sure it tasted good before continuing to make whatever she was making. Germs was just something added to the list of things they shared.

“There’s something in this I can’t place.” She murmured as Rafael began the second braid and he laughed softly.

“Likely the garlic.”

“Garlic?!” She tried to turn her head and only managed to yank the hair he was currently holding, wincing as she turned her head back forward, “why?”

“It’s one of Mami’s classic recipes.” He replied with a shrug, nodding toward the stove, “same with the soup. Anytime I was sick she’d make a huge batch of both to last all week. When I was younger there was usually homemade bread to go along with it and I got to either sleep on the couch all week or in her bed. Extra popsicles too. While the actual illness sucked there were definitely some upsides to getting to stay home sick.”

“Sounds fake.” Rita grumbled, taking another swig of the tea.

“Well we’ve figured out by now that we had very different childhoods.” He wrapped the elastic around the second brain, then leant forward, kissing the top of her head, “you’re all done. Hungry?”

“Tired.” She replied back, draining the last of her tea before placing it down on the coffee table as Rafael climbed off the side of the couch.

“Alright. Get some rest, I’ll make sure to be quiet.”

“Where are you going?” She whined, pouting at him as he headed back to the kitchen.

“Figured you wanted to sleep.”

“I kinda hijacked your hangout place.” She gestured to the coffee table covered in his things.

“I can set up in the kitchen, or my room.”

“You really don’t have to.”

Rafael watched the way she frowned, the little shiver that danced through her body before his lips split into a grin, “you want me to stay.” He sauntered back over to the couch, “don’t you? Sick Rita is needy Rita, isn’t she? You want more cuddles.”

“Well I don’t wanna be alone.” She deflected and he laughed, “besides, just a little nap for the drugs to kick in and then I want some of that soup.”

“Alright.” Smirking he nudged her shoulder so she could sit up again and dropped onto the couch, “make yourself at home.”

Rita collapsed into his lap, letting out a happy sigh when his hand automatically landed in her hair, fingertips gently rubbing at her scalp. It only took a couple of minutes before she was asleep again, snoring softly and Rafael tucked the blanket in a little tighter around her shoulders. She’d been sick a couple of times during their years at Harvard but this was the first time when they’d been living together and now he felt a little bad for not checking up on her when he was still in the dorms. She clearly craved the contact and honestly had no clue how to take care of herself, it was no wonder the flu in first year took her out for a full two weeks.

The hand he had in her hair softly moved to her back, rubbing slow circles through the blanket, making sure she was as comfortable as she could get while she slept. She needed the rest and now he really knew just how touch starved she was, certain that if he even got up to use the bathroom she would be whining in her sleep. Halfway through the afternoon he felt his eyes drooping, whatever she’d chosen on the television serving zero interest to him and he gingerly shifted her so he could slide between her and the back of the couch, wrapping her in his arms as he slipped under the blanket.

The timer on the stove woke them up just as the sun was starting to set, jolting them both out of their calm sleeps.

“Sorry.” He murmured, slowly untangling their limbs.

“S’okay.” She replied with a yawn, “probably wouldn’t sleep through the night otherwise.”

“Yeah.” He squeezed at her shoulder, “feeling better?”

“A bit.”

“Take some more meds.”

“Is it time for soup?” She asked, rubbing at her eyes as she sat up and he couldn’t help but smile at just how little she looked right now.

“Yeah.” He padded through the kitchen, flicking the burner off before digging through the pantry, “you want some of this sourdough with it?”

“Please.”

A moment later Rita let out a happy groan at the smells wafting through the room as Rafael took the lid off the pot and added a few last minute things. She picked up her water, swallowing down a couple more pills before she shifted on the couch, nestling into the corner so Rafael could sit beside her. She flicked through a couple of channels until she found one of their joint favourite movies about to start and hummed in satisfaction.

“Here.” Rafael returned to the couch with the food, a fresh mug of tea placed on the table for her, “careful it’s hot.”

“Smells amazing.”

“Surprised you’ve still got a sense of smell.” He teased and she rolled her eyes.

“It’s more in my throat.”

“That I can tell,” he grinned, “you sound like Kermit.”

“Fuck you.” She muttered, opting to ignore him and focus on the soup instead, humming softly when the flavours hit her tongue. Beside her Rafael simply smiled, glad that she was actually eating and getting nutrients in while sick instead of living off saltine crackers.

Empty bowls of soup lay abandoned on the coffee table, Rita’s mug of tea refilled and Rafael had grabbed a beer from the fridge for himself. The movie was just over halfway through and Rita was neatly tucked under Raf’s arm, nestled into the crook of his neck while his hand softly rubbed up and down her arm. Her breathing was pretty regulated, only small coughs here and there now that Rafael had dug through the bathroom until he found some cough syrup from his last bought of illness for her. She was no longer alternating between shivering and being too hot, having to shove the blanket off her, a happy medium where she was slowly starting to feel like an actual human again.

“Rafa?” She asked, her voice muffled by his shirt.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” He turned his face to leave a gentle kiss on the top of her hair, “that’s what best friends are for.”

A comfortable silence took over them as the movie began to wrap up before she quietly spoke again.

“Raf?” This time her voice was almost timid and he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Yes you can sleep in my bed again tonight.”

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[xxaraaq]

𝙒𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙚𝙚

I don’t see as much Bakugou x male reader as I would like to so I’m this is why we’re here, I also read a roommate AU fic a couple of hours ago and it’s been on my mind so I’m gonna incorporate a little bit of that into here, so enjoy.

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Roommate! Bakugou who’s been best friends with you since you were in middle school and thought that since you were one of the very few people that didn’t piss him off all the time you two should move in together to save money.

Roommate! Bakugou who soon curses himself for going through with it because once you two do move in together, he realizes that he has the biggest fucking crush on you.

He doesn’t know why it happened but one day he was about to get in the shower and you had just gotten out and he had seen you clad in a towel wrapped tightly around your waist as you walked past him, the scent of your shampoo infiltrating his nose, catching him off guard. He turned around to glance at you but her could only focus on the way you back muscles flexed as you stretch. When your out of sight he pulls himself together and thinks to himself ‘what the fuck was that?’ Only fully realizing the gravity of the situation when he feels his cock harden in his basketball shorts.

But that wasn’t the only situation when something like that happened, another time was when you came out of your room for the first time that morning and muttered a simple good morning to him. He said good morning back but he couldn’t get over the way your voice had a certain raspiness to it when you were still tired. It made him (unwillingly) fantasize about what else you could say to him in that way. And in the short span of two minutes, he had to excuse himself from the kitchen to scurry to his room so he could quickly rub one out.

He doesn’t know why he’s started to suddenly feel this way about you( he’s always felt this way about you, he’s just starting to notice), but he wishes it could stop because your his best friend, the one who knows everything about him, the first one he goes to when he needs advice or to simply just complain about life. He wants it to stop before it goes to far, before you find out that the guy you’ve trusted with your life since you were thirteen was fisting himself to the thought of you fucking him until he can’t think anymore.

But it’s too late, you’ve known the entire time; not saying anything for the plain fact that it makes you want to laugh at the way he tries to hide his feeling for you. You’ve been in love with him since you could remember, it starting out as a little puppy crush, growing into more as you both matured and fitted into yourselves.

You know that it’s your name he moans whenever he fucks himself dumb on whatever toy he’s using, too wrapped up in the idea of cumming that he forgot to fully close the door. You see the slight blush on his face when you sling an arm around his shoulder. And you sure as hell see the cocky smirk on his face whenever you praise his food. So yeah, you see it, but you don’t say anything because you want to see if he’ll will get bold enough to make a move

And (not) to your surprise, he does get bold enough, while being drunk of course, but it still happened. You were out with the friend group at a bar for Kaminari’s birthday and Bakugou was throwing back drinks one after another. you being the designated driver, you were relaxing in the booth when a woman comes up to you and starts drunkenly flirting with you. You think she’s pretty but your not interested. Your about to politely decline her advances when you see a certain blonde’s eyes on you. As she sits next you, you smirk to yourself, knowing that you’ll hear about this when you leave.

About an hour passes by before Bakugou walks up to you and aggressively says that’s he’s getting a headache from the music. Knowing that he’ll only complain more if you don’t leave now, you excuse yourself from the woman you were talking too and wish Kaminari a happy birthday before you both walk out the bar.

You both get into the car and before you can put your key in, you feel a finger tap your forearm. “What were you talking about with the girl you were sitting with?” He asks, making eye contact with you “I don’t really know, everything I guess.” You shrug, turning the car on

“Really?” He scoffs, a judging look in his eyes

“Yeah Katsuki. Why do you care?” You side eye him, a smirk starting to form on your face

“I don’t care, she was just all up on you.” He says, trying to brush it off

“What, you wish it was you or something?” You prod, wanting a specific answer from him

“What, no! I was just curious.” he defends, crossing his arms as he looks at you

“Yeah ok, don’t act like your not up all night fuckin’ yourself stupid to the thought of me.” You grin slyly as you see him freeze, a shocked expression on his face

“Wha- what?” He stutters, a deep blush on his face

“Please, did you really think that I couldn’t hear you moaning like a bitch in heat with the thin ass walls we have?”

“I do not moan like a bitch in heat.” He narrows his eyes at you, a sneer decorating his face

“Sure.” You say, parking the car

“So you knew, but you didn’t say anything?” He says, attention now completely on you

“Why should I have to? And plus, it’s fun seeing you trying to suppress your feelings for me, it’s a huge ego booster.” You say, looking at Katsuki’s flushed expression

“So… do you feel the same way?”

“Why don’t you kiss me and find out.” You say, your eyes now on his lips

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I actually liked this, it could be better but I’m hungry and I need to use the bathroom so this is what you get. Hope you enjoyed

-Nene

[skeleton-mischief]

❤️🎸UF!Sans x Reader🎸❤️

As requested, I'm doing the Underfell Brothers for some personal headcanons I have! I really love these skeletons, but each brother will have their own post! Tell me what you think, or what you want to request next! Thank you for reading, enjoy :-)

Love Languages:

Receiving:

- Quality Time: 37%. He feels like someone actually wants him around, and he appreciates seeing his partner be interested in what he says or enjoys. He appreciates a partner who doesn't dismiss him, it means a lot

- Physical Touch: 23%. To have someone kiss his skull or to excitedly run up to him makes him flustered, since he doesn't expect someone to so openly be affectionate with him. Sure, he'll weakly protest that they don't have to hug him or hold his hand, but he'll enjoy the feeling

- Words of Affirmation: 20% Being told supportive comments and even being complimented sometimes makes him shut down. He doesn't expect sincerity but when he gets it he doesn't know how to react, but appreciates it

- Gift Giving: 13%. If he's gifted something that he really likes, he'll kinda stare at it then at you with a hint of disbelief. He doesn't think someone actually cared enough to get him something, but he'll always use the gift when he can, and he'll be possessive of it

- Acts of Service: 7%. He usually prefers to do things himself if need be, but if he wakes up to see that his partner made him breakfast? He'll call you the best thing to ever grace the earth

Giving:

- Physical Touch: 32%. Don't be surprised if he grabs your hand in public while looking away from you, or if he rests his head on you when you're busy. He trusts his partner enough to even lay his skull on their lap

- Quality Time: 29%. He wants you to know that he wants to be around you, show his interest by hanging out where he can just sit and laugh around with you

- Receiving Gifts: 13%. He thinks of you often, even if he's not around you, so he'll bring gifts when he can to show he appreciates you. It can be subconscious, but he knows what you like

- Acts of Service: 16% He'll do things he doesn't particularly like, such as running an errand or a chore if he sees you're stressed. He tends to coax you to relax and handle it, even if he does it begrudgingly

- Words of Affirmation: 10% He never is good at verbally expressing himself but he tries. He'll compliment what you wear and even occasionally tease you, but he's sincere when he compliments you

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Details: He loves someone who can defend themselves and be confident. To see someone be willing to be stubborn and defend what they love makes him respect you, since he finds it attractive. If he's flirted with, expect him to kinda panic though, because he's not used to it. He'll usually flirt out of playfulness and he adores banter, but he only does this in the beginning of your friendship. He'll become more at ease if you can get him to laugh or if he gets to see you be amused by his tactics. He'll even do stupid shit if he can entertain you, because he loves people who can find him entertaining.

Red isn't as pervy as some people actually think. He makes joking innuendos, but he's actually quite respectful and struggles actually acting that way. He's actually someone that would do a double take if you wore something that had just a little more skin exposure. He'll get all flustered and compliment what you're wearing, but he will struggle to know where to put his hands. He doesn't want to seem weird, so he'll usually go to hold your hand or wrap around your arm. He would need you to guide his hands to where you want them placed, and he'll make sure to hold onto you more carefully. After all, he has claws and doesn't want to damage you. He'll kind of be in awe for how squishy and warm your flesh is, and kind of just be in a slight daze about it. He would need time to be comfortable, but even then he remains respectful.

He also finds attraction to those who are more honest and don't hide behind manners, since he wants to see someone be authentic to themselves. When it comes to romantic gestures, he will rarely offer to do dates and most of the time has to be asked. He'll struggle to be formal, so he'll appreciate a partner who doesn't need that pizzazz. Still, he'll bring you gifts and try to make your day better by making sure you smile the whole time. He'll give you his undivided attention and even throw dorky flirts at you unless he's too flustered. Which then he'll say things such as "you shouldn't flirt with me, I'm mean and scary" and yet he speaks with much more gentleness and ease. He won't give a lot of obvious PDA, but he'll hold your hand or wrap an arm around you. If someone bothers you, he's much more confrontational and protective. He'll get a bit aggressive, even if he doesn't do anything outright physical. He'll wrap an arm around you, check up to make sure you're doing alright, but be glaring the whole time while smiling. He'll flaunt a bit, and sometimes he'll be too stubborn to drop the situation unless it's dangerous for you. He loves you, and no one disrespects you. He can get jealous at times, but he never makes a big show about it or ignores you/is rude to you. He'll be quieter, a bit more clingy, and even deny that he's jealous. But, if you kiss his skull and reassure him, he'll melt and feel better at the assurance

When it comes to confessing his love for you, don't expect him to actually realize he did it. He takes a long time to realize that he has a crush on you, but when he does, he gets so shy that he starts to avoid you a bit if you are alone. He would go to Vanilla to recover, but he would refuse that he's actually just a sappy dork with you if he's teased. He would be a bit more obvious about his feelings for you based off knowing he has a crush on you. If he didn't know, he would just not realize that he's falling in love. He would have to be drunk off his ASS to accidentally confess to you. Just imagine him at Grillby's, drunk as hell, and you're with him having a good time. He'd be giggling with you and laughing, but at some point he is just kinda admiring you as you're laughing. He'd rest his cheek against the palm of his hand and his eyelight would flip to a heart as he's talking. He'd kind of zone out, before he'd ask "you know, it's crazy how much I love you, y'know?" and when you're unsure if he's being serious, you'd probably just laugh and joke that sure he does, he loves that you are a dork who makes sure that he takes care of himself. But no, he'd wave his hands in a cartoonish manner and his voice would just get all soft as he's laughing. "No, no. Well, I mean, that too- But-! I mean it, sweetheart. You're just so good to me, and when I look at you my soul just can't take it. How do you even like being around me?" And when you realize he's serious, you would be a little too buzzed to know how to react. You'd kinda lean into him, tease him. Well, you like being around him because he's good. He's a good monster, one that really cares about you. He'd drink from his glass, grin at you. "Yeah, you got that right! But I don't understand how you think I'm good, sweetheart. But...I trust your opinion," and you two would be called outside by Pitch. He knows that you and Red need a ride home. You'd both stumble, too drunk to really emotionally process anything. But as you both sit in the back and Pitch is scolding you, he'd be noticeably more cuddly with you. You two would be giggling, but Pitch would realize what happened when he heard the way you two are talking. "You're a lovable skeleton, Red." "Hell yes I am, I'm Mr. Hot stuff, sweetheart!" "No, you dork. I love you beyond that!" "Well I love you more," Pitch would lessen his scolding, listen in. He knows that Red is too drunk by the time you get home. He would make sure to help you two go to bed, to drink some water. Before you two part ways, you'd hug and drunkenly laugh together. But....by morning, you would be the only one to really remember what happened. Now, tell me, what would you do then?

Closing Notes: I can totally write more about him, he's so silly and I love him but I've typed so much over here. If y'all request it though, I could totally write some stuff with actual effort put into it teehee. Thank you for reading

[aengelren]

nobody knows my body better than Eren, we go way back in fanfiction

[treatbuckywkisses]

— i think i want you in my life forever <3

[bowietea]

Back to ya regular program, but been working on some more concepts for my Roommate Au involving Varre and my Tranished

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

willingly unloved

[resident-bowie-bitch]

Steddie Masterlist

ATTN EVERYONE, go check all my fics out on my other account @resident-gay-bitch and give them some love there. i will be deleting all fics from this account on the 8th & 9th of april 2023, so go find all your favs and follow the links provided on them to the new account! you can find the correct masterlist with all these fics and more here :) happy reading!

hi! welcome to my Steddie (steve x eddie) masterlist, here you can find all my Steddie related works :)

(all of my wips are green, and my smutty fics have an * beside them)

you can find my general masterlist here, and you can also find all of my fics on my ao3 and my wattpad :))

requests are closed at the moment :)

Multichaps:

Red Light steve x eddie pull up at a red light together (tiny parts)

Cant Keep A Secret stobin have to tell each other everything

Soccer Dads steve and eddie’s daughters are besties

[sparklehoney7]

bet you'll (not) love me

by: lightalittlesmile

pairing: namjoon/yoongi/jungkook

info: chaptered 7/7 complete (30,668)

tags: Alternate Universe - College/University // Fake/Pretend Relationship // Roommates // Dating to prove they aren't dating // Fluff and Crack // Drinking // Friends to Lovers // relationship chicken // Polyamorous relationship // Relationship Negotiation

summary: It was four against three, 120'000₩ on the line, and one month.

Long-time roommates Yoongi, Jungkook, and Namjoon decide to put their friends' theory of their poly relationship to rest, agreeing to date each other to show (once and for all) they are not romantically compatible. Shouldn't be too hard, right?

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Colors - Part 2

Summary: Jersey has always been fascinated by color, she loves the way they contrast and change. Painting has always been her outlet she can’t tear her eyes away from the movement and all the directions they take her in. She cant help but feel those same feelings with her brother-in-laws best friend. When he needs a place to stay Jersey less than graciously agrees to let him stay with her. 

Word count: 2,661 words

Green

The mid-August weather of Brooklyn was warm and humid.

Sometimes she missed London where the weather chilled a bit earlier in the year, only because she wasn’t too fond of walking the five blocks between her apartment and the bar without a jacket to cover her uniform.

It was her own fault for not being better at breaking habits. When she first came to Brooklyn the bar was called Toxcity, ironically, and the owner's required uniform was a black or white tank top with black bottoms, he was a perverted old man who preferred to “show off” his female employees. She got so used to the uniform that when Zay and his wife, Jo, bought out the bar, she continued to wear it. Despite their insistence that a uniform wasn't required.

Toxcity also used to be a hangout for business men who were all too desperate to be in their twenties again without a thought of wives or children to go home to. This unfortunately meant wandering hands and inappropriate remarks towards her appearance.

When Toxcity became Free Father, Jersey had to remind herself she could scold customers who got too comfortable. Zay had told a man that he could keep his hands to himself or get out of his bar after the man had put his hand far too low on Jersey's back. She had been shocked that her boss would stand up for her, especially after the previous owner had told her that customer service meant making sure the customer is happy no matter what, Zay pulled her aside and told her that she can speak to unruly customers however she saw fit.

He was one of the first people that she fully trusted after living in brooklyn for over a year, other than her sister and Steve of course.

Jason was the only other person she could find herself able to trust. After him she found new habits that she could never break no matter how hard she tried.

Jersey broke out of her thoughts of the past when she arrived at the door of Free Father. The dark olive green paint was beginning to peel away from wear of cold winters and brazen summers.

Walking inside was like a breath of fresh air, literally, the cool air blasting against her skin in contrast to the heated air coming from outside.

Jo was waiting at the end of the bar, her petite frame carrying a tray of beer. “You are late Carter,” the look on her face was stern aimed towards Jersey, but the faintest smile hid behind her pursed lips, “ten minutes late to be exact.”

As she approached the bar, Jersey took the tray from Jo and just smiled cheesily in response, “what table?”

“Four,” Jo called after the girl as she walked off to serve the three men, “don’t think you're getting away without an explanation missy.” Zay may have been the official owner of the bar but Jo was the boss.

The kitchen door burst open and Zay emerged with a fresh bucket of ice for the bar, his dark hair full of grease slicked back on the top of his head “Ahhh I see Miss Carter has decided to grace us with her presence”, he grinned from ear to ear the ends of his mustache curling up, “now what could have kept our most punctual employee from showing up ten minutes ago.”

Six pm never ushered in as many guests on Sunday nights, only three tables were occupied, a few men meeting for a drink after a long weekend, and two families snacking on nachos and fries from the small menu.

“I have a perfectly good excuse for being late,” Jersey sat across from the couple and clasped her hands together while pointing at them.

“Before you open your mouth to say that we got you drunk last night, remember that you had lots of time to pop a painkiller and drink some water before leaving for work.”

Jersey shut her mouth then quickly opened it again, “Okay fine I had a surprise guest show up at my apartment this morning,” they gave her a look as if to tell her to continue.

“He, shut up,” she said as they shared a look, “is Steve's best friend. His name is James and my sister's infernal dog chewed through their couch bed thing, and Steve showed up with James at my apartment at 10 am to tell me I was going to be hosting.”

Jo and Zay shared another look before turning to give her a playful smile “where are you both sleeping?” 

The huff of air that came from Jerseys mouth was enough to elicit a chuckle from Jo her smile reaching her green eyes that crinkled at the corners, “we’re not going to be sharing a room you pervs im taking the couch and I've cleaned out the bedroom so its livable for an actual human being.”

“Any chance I get to meet this new roommate of yours,” she leaned in and put her head in her hands trying to give her best puppy dog eyes.

Jersey snorted and stood from the bar “not if I have anything to say about it,” she gripped the edge of the counter and leaned in “and, your puppy dog eyes only work on your husband.”

She pushed off and turned to check on the tables and seat a couple that had just walked in.

“Hi, welcome to Free Father, is it just the two of you?” the couple nodded in response “well we have table seating and bar seating will you be eating with us tonight?” Another nod in response. “Okay then you can follow me.”

The couple was young, only a few years younger than Jersey, the woman was stiff and seemed nervous, the man didn’t look nervous but he couldn't stop looking between his shoes and the girl. It’s definitely a first date, Jersey thought, they probably share a college class and she caught his eye. Maybe they got to be friends and he finally got up the courage to ask her out, and now he's nervous but grateful she said yes, and she's just hoping it doesn't end badly so she doesn’t lose a good friend. Jersey sat them at a table away from the other people in the bar and took their drink order. From behind the bar she could see him set his hand lightly on her arm, the woman's demeanor softened and she finally smiled.

It was a feeling she could remember from years ago, when she met Jason, one touch from him and she was calm and comfortable. She could still feel his warm chestnut skin sliding down her arm and burning into her hand, her eyes shut tightly as she waited for his next move. She missed the time before when she was ecstatic to go home after work and fall into the arms of the man she loved.

~_~_~_~

Warm rays of light shone in through the bedroom window, Jersey slowly opened her tired eyes and was met with golden brown illuminated by the sun. His eyes bore right through her but a smile played on his lips. She hummed a silent question smiling back at him.

“You’re just so beautiful,” he punctuated his words with a light kiss to her forehead. Her smile reached so far up that her eyes almost closed.

She leaned in and pressed their lips together, “is it too early to tell you that I love you?” she mumbled against his mouth.

“After only one month… hmm absolutely not, cause I love you too” he connected their lips once again pulling her in close.

~_~_~_~

“Jersey I need some help over here,” Jo’s voice echoed through her head, “Carter, hey you there?”

She looked at Jo in a daze, taking a few seconds to grasp what she had said, “yeah sorry, what do you need help with?”

Jo nodded towards the kitchen directing Jersey to follow her, “closing chores I need help with the oil cause Zay had to run home early,”  she smiled sarcastically, “our sweet dog Timber got out and ran to the neighbors. Needless to say they were not happy to be woken up at 1 am by barking and scratching at their back door,” she chuckled at the image of the couple's elderly neighbor and her son being pulled from their beds to let in the 50 pound bulldog who wanted attention.

“I'm sure they were thrilled to see Timber, I bet they were even happy to let him drool on all of their belongings,” the two shared a laugh at the thought as Jo pulled the oil trap out and in front of the fryer.

Jo was quiet for a moment fiddling with the cap to empty the fryer, “so… James” was all that came out.

Jersey gave her a knowing look “what about him?”

“I was just wondering if, you know,” Jersey raised her eyebrows, and Jo huffed in response. “Is he cute, does he seem nice, how likely is it that you might, I don't know, ask him out?” She tried to sound casual but Jersey knew what she was getting at.

A defeated sigh fell from Jersey's lips, “Jo im not ready to start dating again, Peggy already tried to convince me to get involved with him and i'll tell you what i told her. I like being single.”

This time Jo was the one to raise her eyebrows, “i'm not going to tell you that you can't be happy being single but, are you really not ready or are you not letting yourself be ready? Plus once I'm more pregnant I'm going to need to live vicariously through you.”

“So you dont want me to date for actual romance purposes you just want me to date so you can forget that in less than a year youre going to have a sex interupting sleep stealing no down time allowing human taking over your life?” Jersey couldn't help but laugh.

Scoffing Jo raised her hand to chest feigning offense, “but, yes absolutely, that is exactly what I want. We have one toddler at home that already makes it nearly impossible for my husband to touch me.” She reached out and touched Jersey's cheeks and brushed her hair back as her mother would, “Honestly Jersey youre lucky you've gotten this far without me asking.”

“Well in that case Jo, James is very cute, he is very sweet, and if I was going to start dating again,” she paused and pinched Jo's face, “only for you, it would not be him, it would be a stranger.” 

Jo's face had a pout but it quickly became hopeful, a cheesy grin spreading across her face, “does that mean you're going to start dating again?”

Jersey rolled her eyes and turned back to the fryer putting the cap back on the empty machine. She just smiled at Jo not giving her a definitive answer.

“Oh come on, do it for me.”

~_~_~_~

The stairwell in Jersey’s apartment building smelled of weed and essential oils, the air fresheners were the landlord's attempt at dissolving the smell of burning marijuana. The cold metal railing lining the stairs felt good after her walk home, the air was cooler than it was when she left for work but it didn't stop the humidity from sticking to her skin. She fiddled with her keys and ran her hand up the back of her neck wiping away the hair that had stuck to the humid skin.

When she reached the third floor the stark contrast of fern green carpet meeting linoleum told her she was close to her apartment. Renovations were still being done on the first two floors; they had been recarpeted with dark blue and the walls repainted a bright white. Until they got to her floor she was stuck with the mucky carpet and off white walls that reflected the incandescent bulbs and created a strange orange glow.

Jersey unlocked the door to her apartment and closed it lightly behind her, dropping her keys onto the table beside her. She sighed deeply, realizing how exhausted she was. She would normally change her clothes and take off her makeup before going to bed, but the thought of wrapping up in a blanket and passing out on her couch sounded much better than anything. 

After kicking off her black boots Jersey grabbed a blanket off the reclining chair and jumped onto the couch expecting to be met with a plush cushion. What she found instead was a hard and lumpy surface.

Startled she fell on the floor trapped by her blanket, “what the,” Bucky sat up quickly and looked down at Jersey, “oh shit, are you okay,” he reached out his hand for her to take helping her to her feet.

“Yeah, I'm fine, what are you doing out here?” She realized she sounded harsh but she was so tired before and after falling on the ground she was fully awake and  wouldn't be able to fall asleep for another hour.

She could barely make out the confusion on his face in the dark room, “what do you mean, I thought you were okay with me staying here?”

Jersey walked over to the lamp at the edge of the couch and tugged on its chain illuminating the room. “No, I mean not that, yes of course you can stay here, but what are you doing on the couch?” 

She could clearly see his confused expression now, not sure why she was asking, “where am I supposed to sleep,” he chuckled lightly, “isn’t it normally polite for a guest to sleep on the couch.”

“I cleaned out the bedroom because you were staying with me.” She stated it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, “you’re supposed to sleep in there.”

Bucky’s mouth opened to protest, “I can't make you sleep on the couch in your own apartment,” he tried, but she was already pushing him towards the bedroom.

He tried to speak again but she just shushed him “goodnight James.” The way she said it was as if she was scolding a small child, before pulling the door shut behind her.

Jersey sighed and went into the bathroom to remove her makeup and change into comfier clothes. She decided to just wipe her face down with a wipe and thoroughly wash her face the next day in the shower. She knew she should wake up early and take care of her chores but Monday was her day off and all she wanted to do was sleep.

In the other room Bucky looked around before deciding to give in and listen to the girl, laying down in the cool blue sheets trying to get comfortable again. He could hear her shuffling around outside the door mumbling to herself. When her movement stopped he shut his eyes and dozed off.

She laid on the couch and stared at her ceiling waiting for exhaustion to weigh down on her eyes once more. She couldn't help but think about James laying in her bed, in her sheets, he had been wearing a dark green t-shirt that loosely clung to his chest and basketball shorts that sat low on his hips. Jersey couldn't shake the feeling it gave her. He immediately reached down to help her off the floor, he had lifted her with ease and rested a hand on her shoulder, only for a moment to steady her. He was a stranger yet he treated her more kindly than she had ever known. Her eyes finally fluttered shut, and her mind only drifted to Jason for a few seconds before her mind turned off.

She dreamt of tight green fabric and her fingers smoothing over broad shoulders, the feeling James put in her stomach fueling her imagination.

~_~_~_~

@pono-pura-vida

[delightindarkness]

“ get used to disappointment. ” (Steve H./Billy @badnewsbilly)

"I'm not so sure that's really the best way to think," Steve muttered cautiously as they moved a few boxes into their new place. Sure, it needed some work to feel like a home, and they needed to thrift a few things, like maybe a couch.... but it was a new start for both the boys.

"I'm not getting on you or anything either. I get it. I've thought that way a long time, but after....well, everything, I just guess it started changing my way of thinking. If you're disappointed in something, you don't just take it, man. You fight it and change it until its something you're happy with, or at least something you can manage. You know?"

@badnewsbilly