#roomates au

[scrimblyscrorblo]

More college AU roomates!!!

They somehow managed to fully rotate clothes

And Obanai and Giyuu will not put their Mario kart rivalry to rest ((Giyuu keeps winning, Obanai can’t fucking see))

[jell-o101]

I’m gonna put it out there because my brain cannot contain my excitement for this idea.

First, let me explain.

When I was around…what…6? I was gifted my first ever Gameboy Advance. I only had four games. Hamtaro Ham-Ham Heartbreak (never found all of the ham chats lol), Sonic Advanced (only ever beat the game as Tails because his flying allowed me to swim out of the water when I was drowning), Super Mario World Advanced, and a copy of Super Mario Bros 3 Advanced (gifted to me the day it came out. Never beat it because I kept dying to the sun on world 2 and then lost the copy)

Ok ok. This was my only source of Mario content at the time besides Mario 64, Sunshine, and Mario Party, so 6 year old me thought the “Bros” in the title meant like “friends”. You know? Like “This is my bro!” So little Jell-O here thought Mario and Luigi were friends, not brothers.

But Jell-O, you might ask. They look the same! Surely you weren’t that dumb? You underestimate my stupidity. But at the same time it made sense as to why I thought they weren’t brothers? Peach and Daisy also looked similar to me as a kid, and they weren’t related. So my confusion was justified!

So as a Hispanic child who was bilingual, when I first heard Mario say “Mama Mia,” I concluded that he was Mexican since that phrase also works in Spanish (fun fact, the direct translation of Mama Mia is “Mother of mine”). I should have taken the hint that they were blood related when I also heard Luigi say the same thing every time he died, but my dumb ass was so convinced that they weren’t related that I assume he was Irish because he was GREEN CNLKDWLKCWSNPKSDNKP. Somehow I knew what Ireland was, but not Italy 💀.

With all of this in mind, I wanna make a roommates AU where Mario and Luigi are NOT brothers. Mario is Mexican with a little bit of a potty mouth and Luigi is a superstitious Irishmen who is weary of mushrooms and ghosts (tbh, not that different from canon Luigi)

Just picture a scenario where they both try to gift each other flags of their respective countries, but they confuse both flags for the Italian Flag 😭

Luigi: *staring at the Italian flag that Mario is trying to pass off as the Irish flag* Jesus, Mary, Joseph, Mario, the flag has ORANGE, not RED.

Mario: *staring at the Italian flag that Luigi is trying to pass off as the Mexican flag* What happened to the eagle?

[candy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

I keep thinking about Y/N meet Alastor if they are alive and not dead.

Any way this is a human AU that the year took place in the 1950s where Alastor meets Y/N in the alleyway bleeding by being shot by a police passing out while he was gonna hide the dead body in the trash as he have no choice but took a random stranger he just met in the alleyway as he put them back to health. Y/N first thought Alastor as a threat but Alastor pretended to be nice and innocent hiding his machoism nature. Alastor moved into the New York because of the crime he committed since he didn’t want to be revealed as a killer by the police in Louisiana as he decides to move out since he isn’t famous because of racism and decided to hide his identity on the Radio broadcast but not his name. Y/N decided to stay at his new home because they have nowhere to live because of the police chasing after them a lot and newspapers spread around the world since the bank they robbed and murder they committed.They thought Alastor is weak and too nice but than see Alastor holding a dead body of his victim as they both reveal their identity and crimes they committed. Y/N was left behind since their gang members were arrested by the police and they are the only one who escaped from the police since they didn’t know where their gang member were.

And they were roommates//vine ref.

Anyway Alastor and Y/N is both in their 30's. Queer platonic duo that been living together for taxes. An unhinged serial killer and a Crime boss bank heister being roommates togather.

[bubblessunshinehoney]

Roommates pt3

Roomates Holiday Love

A/N:a little medley of some festive days with this trio.

Enjoy,

Cloudy

don't be shy, reblogs, comments, likes!

TW: mentions of sex, fluff, bucky and steve are a warning, overdose of cuteness and sugar

not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own

headers: @christywantspizza dividers: @firefly-graphics

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

For the first time in your entire life, you didn’t spend Christmas with your family. The weather decided otherwise. The storm was too strong, and you felt safer to stay here. Your roommates and boyfriends decided to stay too.

And what a delight it has been. Even with the power down, you’re not cold or afraid of the dark. You actually had fun with it and…made an all lot of exercises.

Right now, you’re against a hard and warm chest, and you can smell pancakes being cooked and hint of coffee and hot chocolate. You try to stretch, but the arms around your waist bring you back against the chest.

“No”, says bucky.

“I’m not going anywhere, I’m stretching”, you laugh softly.

He groans and holds you tighter, murmuring “mine” under his breath.

Steve comes in and chuckles. “Oi, she’s mine too!”

Bucky grumbles a no and holds you tighter, you can’t stop giggling and waves at Steve.

“We have a grumpy bucky on Christmas day!” you giggle louder, when he tickles you.

“M’not grumpy, m’hungry…”

“Well, I have food, you grumpy man”, chuckles Steve.

Let’s just say…. you had the best Christmas day in your entire life this year. Between the food and the gifts, the laugh and the cuddles, you didn’t miss that much your family. You called them, to say hi and celebrate a little bit with them, but everybody was happy that you stayed there, the storm being very dangerous.

❤️🌹❤️🌹14th February🌹❤️🌹❤️

Well, can you believe this year you have not one but two valentines? And they are very romantic…more than on a normal day. You wake up with flowers (not roses, your favourites flowers), a hot chocolate and some French toasts. You don’t have the time to bite into the French toasts, that Steve and Bucky declare that they also need their breakfast. They disappear under the covers and let just say…an orgasm and French toasts are a good combination.

During the day, you surprised them too, when you declare you need your sticky snack. At first they don’t understand but Bucky laughs when he sees Steve getting bright red, while you grab his bulge. “My turn to have my snack”, you purr.

You were shy at first, after all the bad experiences you had, but the boys made you realise you had your voice and you could use it to say what you wanted, in and out of the bedroom. The more your relationship evolved the more you went bold when you wanted to have them. Bucky loves to see you like this, carefree and confident. Steve loves it too, and he realises that now he might be the shyest out the three of you now.

🐇🥚🐇🥚Easter fun🥚🐇🥚🐇

Bucky organised the easter egg hunt in the flat. The weather was shit, raining hard, windy and cold.

“It’s not your usual easter egg hunt, there’s special treat along the way”, he declares.

You and Steve look at each other, intrigued. “What kind of treat, baby?”, you ask, wrapping your arms around Buck’s neck.

“Oh, you’ll love it, doll”, he replies kissing your nose.

You and Steve start to look around the flat for eggs and other treats. When you found a egg, not a chocolate or organic one, you giggle. A note is attached to it, Bucky’s writing.

Now, let’s find the remote, shall we?

“Eh, why is there a remote attached to an chocolate egg?”, asks Steve from his bedroom.

“AHA! I think we have our first big treat! Doll has the right egg for the remote pal!”, says Bucky triumphantly.

Steve joins you with his eyebrows arch. “What does that mean, punk?”

“Well, I think, that…this egg is meant for somewhere else than our mouthes”, you giggle showing what you have in your hands.

Steve gasps and looks at Bucky.  “no, you did not!”

“Oh yes, I did! Who wants to try it?”

You laugh when you see the bashful face of Steve and the happiest smile on bucky’s.

“Let me find all the treats first Bucky!” you say while walking around the living room. Your strong brunette is quick to hoist you in his arms.

“But it will be funnier if you wear it, no??”

“And who’s gonna have the remote?”

“ME, duhhh, doll, I know all the places I’ve hidden the eggs and other chocolaty treats”.

He kisses you, trying to convince you and the egg vibrate in your hands.

“Oh gosh, sweetheart, if you do it…it’s gonna be so hot. Hottest easter egg hunt ever.”, growls Steve.

And it was actually the best and hottest easter egg hunt of your life.

[dreams-and-drabbles]

I have scaramouche brainrot save me 😭 can u PLEASEE PLSSS do enemies to lovers collage au (maybe roommates in it? Idk) for him 🧎🏽‍♀️🛐 ty 🙏🙏

(idk if u do that anon emoji thingys but if u do can i be this 🥟 plleaseeee :) )

[🥟 ] The anon emoji idea is genius, actually! I’d never have thought of it, but yes! I’d be more than happy to write some enemies to lovers ✨ ((Fun fact: Enemies to Lovers and Slowburn are my favorite tropes))

The Feud

It was a shame you couldn’t pick your own roommate, you thought while glaring at the note stuck to the fridge in annoyance.

(( If only you weren’t in a position where sharing a space was financially convenient… Kunikuzushi was kind of an ass, and you rarely ever saw him.))

It was written in a messy scrawl, but the message on it had your brow twitching in irritation.

‘I moved all your junk to the left side. The right side is mine.’

You’d never even picked sides!!! Maybe it was petty, but the next time you went to the store you bought quite a few groceries, enough so that they carried over into the right side of the fridge.

After you’d returned from classes, the day after your grocery splurge, yet another note was stuck to the fridge. It was written in that infuriatingly messy scrawl that belonged to your roommate—

‘Thanks for the food, but I’m not a huge fan of spicy things. I took the liberty of gifting the curry to a friend. ‘

You grasped at your hair in frustration, yanking the note off the fridge and flinging it into the trash can angrily.

The audacity!!!! Truly, you were beyond pissed!!!

You decided to just let the fridge thing go, so you could focus more on your classes. You had no time whatsoever for a feud with your roommate…

That was until—

You stared at the pillows on your couch, irritation flaring through your form. They were light blue, and while they didn’t clash horribly with the couch’s pale gray, it still pissed you off.

You went shopping again that weekend, buying a cheap blanket to throw on the couch. It was a powder blue blanket, white paw prints spread across it, forming a design.

The next week you were swamped with classes, and barely left your room for things other than to use the restroom and grab food.

When you finally stepped out, you saw a giant fox plush sitting on the couch. It was white and gray and had the most irritatingly adorable button eyes…

You wanted to kick it, but it was rather cute…

Your roommate was stepping up his game, it seemed. You weren’t about to be outclassed, which was how you ended up at your favorite cheap furniture store yet again…

This time you bought a lamp, its base was a pale gray and the shade was light blue with clouds printed across it. You set it on the table, a victorious smile on your face.

This time, you left your own note—

Beat this! :3

You were quite proud of your handwriting, and there was absolutely no way your roommate could top that.

You left the room the next morning, your eyes widening at the figure in the kitchen. There was a wide spread of food across the kitchen table, and was that a vase…with flowers?

Your roommate turned around, a smirk on his face as he waved at you.

“I took your challenge to heart, it seems. Join me for breakfast?”

You stared at the food display with wide eyes, before nodding dumbly, and sitting down.

The two of you ate in silence, until you opened your mouth to speak—

“I’m cooking dinner, then.” You said, your tone slightly clipped. Your roommate smirked at you, his pale gray eyes narrowed.

“Fine. It’s a date, then.”

Your cheeks burned at the implication, but surprisingly, you didn’t protest….

[resident-gay-bitch]

Jay's Steddie Fic Recs :)

because i have so many, I needed to make a fresh post of them :)

some of these fics are found on tumblr, some on ao3, maybe some on wattpad? all of them are spectacular. i’ll tag the creators tumblrs if i know them :)

happy reading! <3

Steves First Bruise spiderman!steve x roommate!eddie - eddie has a crush on his roommate steve, who also happens to get into a lot of fights. he also ends up with a crush on spider man. how long will it take for him to figure it out he’s only crushing on one person? please its so adorable

Till I Kissed You steve x eddie - super angsty. eddie doesnt get the big deal about kissing, steve calls him a bad kisser, they kiss to test it out. oh god, now theyre both questioning everything. perfection.

The Boys Of Summer eddie x steve & wayne - for all you wayne lovers out there. steve dreams that eddies alive, he’s so sure that his dreams are real, he tries to break into the upsidedown by himself to get the boy he loved back. wayne tags along for the ride. please, this is so good it has me dying i love it so much.

Not Exactly Nappa Valley eddie x steve - ultimate fake dating scenerio. steve has a family wedding to attend and he wants to piss off his parents, so he brings eddie and they gay it up and… oh my god, plot twist, who wouldda thought they both harboured feelings for eachother?

Needles steve x eddie - eddie gives steve a stick and poke and he kinda gets hard because hes a sadist. steve gives eddie a stick and poke and eddie almost busts in his pants. its pretty funny and has some fabulous smut.

If Your Heart Surrenders steve x eddie - super angst. dates back pre s4 and is very soft and angsty and i loveee it. i binge read the shit out of it. it has a very sweet ending. an alternate version can also be found here on tumblr. @asbealthgn

Recipe For Disaster steve x eddie - princess diaries au?! excuse me, hello. this is everything to me. it is pure perfection. please give this a read because it has me sitting on the edge of my seat, biting my nails and pulling at my hair. everytime a new chapter drops i get so excited. prince steve?!? yes. yes yes yes. @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe

Crashed The Wedding steve x rockstar!eddie - steve is forced into an arranged marriage and eddie comes to save the day after nine years apart. HELLO this is amazing. pure beauty. please take the time to read this because it’s magnificent, makes my heart swell. it’s very very good. makes me feel things. i love them so much. @piratefishmama

Eddie’s Memory Log steve x eddie - eddie is in hospital post vecna and can’t remember anything, steve visits every day and writes down what eddie can remember - hint hint, eddie always remebers steve. this is so good, i love it very very much, please give it a read. @harmonictechnicality

This Love Came Back To Me famous!steve hopper x ‘dead’!eddie munson - steve rescued eddie’s guitar after his death and processed his grief through song writing, pouted his heart out into the lyrics and took the world by surprise. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH okay, just read it. it’s so fucking good. gut wrenching stuff, okay!? have a read. it’s beautiful. so fucking beautiful i was going through every single possible emotion known to man. @strawberryspence

Bad News First steve x eddie - steve grieves for eddie’s death and becomes close with wayne in the process, slowly falling in love with what could have been with eddie. until… I LOVE IT. it’s beautiful. one of my favs. @strangersteddierthings

Melt Me On Your Tongue wounded!sub!eddie x caring!dom!steve - this is a spicy one, basically pure smut, but it’s got a lot of feelings. i love the style, the atmosphere, and the feeling the author has created for this fic and steve & eddie’s dynamic. it honestly feels delicate to read, and i love it very much. highly recommend. very soft but very spicy and hot :) @steddielations

Black Out Days (Fairground Nights) - eddie x steve - no monsters, modern au. nancy and eddie are best friends, robin and steve are best friends. when nancy and robin date, steve and eddie clash… a lot. ‘tis brilliant. this fic is so fucking angsty, it’s got some really fucking heavy themes (please read the warnings before proceeding) but it’s written so effortlessly beautifully. this has easily become one of my favourites now. it’s more than worth the read. @azrielgreen

[best-fanfic-trope]

Round 1: Slowburn vs. Roomates AU

Slowburn:

Sometimes you just want to read the same fic for 100k+ words and I respect that

Roomates AU

And they were roomates

[moonflowerknight]

They're so soft. Robin always watches entranced when Nance reads her something.

[teacakekit]

Ok so like i make this random doodle on the back of my history textbook instead of paying attention to class and i decided to make a plotless au of it

Hehe

[firemandeanbuck]

The human eye can perceive 10 million colours on average. All thanks to the 3 colour rod cells in the eyes.

Camera was first introduced in the late 10th century. And ever since then, it has been simply improving.

Painting and many forms of art has been in practice since the first human civilization. There are many colours and ways to paint.

Morpheus and Hob are human, and are limited the way humans are. They need rest, they need sustenance interactions with others. And above all, they need muse and motivation for their work.

On a sleepy Sunday evening, the pair find themselves on the blue sofa in their shared living room. Utterly defeated and tired, scrolling through Netflix for a calm and quiet thing to watch. They decided on a document about jellyfishes.

The evening was gloomy, but nothing in the WORLD could bring them down. You see, Morpheus has JUST delivered the 80,000 pound full wall-length piece he had done. It took him 4 months to finish, working 13 hours a day with little to no break. It was a landscape for a client who wanted to have him paint a red poppy field where their grandmother and son are buried. The artist was genuinely touched by the commission so he strived to do his best. Throwing himself completely into it, hoping the client loves the landscape.

He is a full time artist, so he hadn't the need to worry about other everyday life stuff but at the moment, Morpheus desires nothing more than to sleep until the apocalypse and even a little after that.

As for Hob, he has submitted his collection of photographs labelled as "Humans", a series of over 100 pictures that shows people doing human things, from their jobs to their hobbies, to travelling to eating, to celebrating to mourning, to playing to eating, from their first breath to their last. The idea was simmering in Hob's mind ever since he became a professional photographer, but simply didn't have the sponsorship nor the resources. Till his old friend from university rang him up and told him she could support him. So he dedicated the collection to Joanne Constantine, who is at the moment checking his pictures that he had spent the last 27 hours awake to edit as she reduced the deadline from a week to the next day, by an order from higher ups.

They both were proud of their labour and hoped to enjoy its fruits other than the money. They hope the receiving party enjoys their work as much as they enjoyed creating it.

More often than not, Hob had to drag Morpheus to his bed and likewise. There were times where Morpheus had to take Hob out of the most random places he can think of, and back home. To their shared space of comfort and calmness.

Home. One of Hob's favourite topics. He thought of making a new personal collection for it. The word holds so much meaning and emotions for Hob, he wants to give it its justice. 

He already thought of where to start. It is from the person sitting next to him. The person to whom their penthouse belongs, to whom Hob's heart belongs.

Morpheus is not human, Hob was convinced ever since he did a Photoshop for him and his then-latest collection "Dreams and Nightmares", which went on to become his best work til date. Nothing about him is physically flawed. His face, his hands, his smooth skin, even his eyebrows. Don't get Hob started on his VOICE and his EYES.

Morpheus finds Hob interesting. The blue eyed man himself was sheltered and cut off from the world for most of his life, so when he met this vibrant person who looks like the sun is walking on earth, it was like his eyes were opened, truly, this time. Hob had dragged him around to eat street food, discreetly attended random university classes, go to protests unprepared, go to charity centres and volunteer personally in his free time, buy groceries and books every now and then, and interact with people on the tubes to make time pass.

The photographer had also showed him the simple, personal pleasures of life, such as the multi-layered flavours of food, enjoying the weather– a rainy day with a good book, a sunny day with a walk around the block– dancing around in the kitchen with lights off in middle of the night, baking cookies at 3 am, playing violin at crack of dawn, go to parks in the middle of a thunderstorm, making snowman, caring for sick or injured animals, making each other laugh til they feel like their ribs cracking, watch silly movies and reenact old plays.

They had also shared the worst there is to life. Hob lost his wife Elenor and his new born child Robyn unexpectedly. He took many long years to recover, drowning him in alcohol and misery. The session with Morpheus revived his old passion and he carried on.

Morpheus also had a long hard life, he was kidnapped for 2 years, no one knew where he was. Then when he got out, he met a deceivingly amazing woman named Tesslay, pretty soon, they got engaged. But when they were going to get married, she left him at the altar, never to look back or return. When Morpheus tried to contact her, she acted as though she didn't know him.

The artist had no idea he would find someone to be his rock ever again. The universe proved him wrong when it led him to Hob. He fell into a year-long depressive episode. His sister, Teulute, had to drag him out of it and encouraged him to work again.  Only this time, it must be for himself. 

Reluctantly agreeing, Morpheus worked on multimedia project. When it came time for the launch of his collection, he needed it to be BIG so that everyone knows that he is back and better than ever. He worked night and day for it. Hob was among the first to see it, he showered him openly with love and appreciation for his art.

His next work will be a birthday gift to Hob. He never gifted him a painting, despite being an artist. Ironically, Dream didn't know WHAT to paint when it comes to Hob. He knows what he likes and dislikes, but what he LOVES, is a difficult task. Hob loves everything A LOT.

Above all, Hob loves to see things from other people's eyes and to make them feel home.

Hm. Eyes and home. Such an interesting topic. Worth a painting. ESPECIALLY when it comes to Hob.

"Want some pie?" Hob calls from the kitchen, which is attached to the living hall. When did he go there?

"Yes, I would like some pie" Morpheus answers back back across the dark blue painted hall. 

He glances around the place. It's cozy and comfortable, nothing like the High end and minimalistic one he initially gifted to Tesslay. This one FELT home.

Home always was such an important place for Morpheus, for he always searched for it. The journey took him over 3 decades, until he found out that his photographer was homeless, so he offered him his apartment. Most of the things done to the place is thanks to Hob's touch. He made it feel so human. Hob gave him the gift of connecting with humanity when he needed it the most. 

The said man came back with half a pie and plates for them both. And a bottle of  Ice Wine Morpheus forgot he had around. The brunette man offered Morhpeus an easy smile and handed him the pie just the way he likes it; no crust, only middle parts, and poured him the burgundy wine. He added a generous amount of vodka in his glass.

As they were eating, Hob turned to Morpheus, "I was thinking, mate",

"Don't hurt your head, it never was your strongest suit", Morpheus teased,

"Look who's talking", Hob shot back, "As I was SAYING, I want to do a personal mini project", 

"I was thinking likewise, my friend",

Hob's eyes shone brighter than thousands of suns, "Yeah? What will it be about?"

"Can't tell JUST yet"

Hob groaned, "You're killing me, Morpheus", the pale man's heart DEFINITELY didn't skip a beat at the sound of his name.

"Tell me about yours", he said instead.

"It's about home", it was obvious that he was anxious about introducing the idea, given he drank a good 2 full glasses of wine and vodka. But he cannot hide it from his best friend. Not since he is the one who inspired it. 

Morpheus was taken back. Hob was also thinking of the same topic as himself. What do you call that? Coincidence? Fate?

"It's a wonderful idea. Where will you start from?" Can it be from here? With us?  remains dead on his tongue.

"I hadn't gone THAT far" Hob huffs, "I JUST thought about it", downing some more of his drink. Was he on his fourth or fifth glass?

Morpheus leaned back,"if you need help with it, please do tell me",

"Same with your thing. How long do you think it'll take?" 

"Perhaps 5 weeks",

"More time of you being shut off and me being out and about, huh?" Hob meant it light heartedly but it did mean they will see each other less and less. He didn't want to see the one person who provides so much comfort and consistency to him utterly shut out of the world. It reminds him of the early days he moved it. He barely saw him. He was always locked up in his room like he was punished.

“I hope not”, Morpheus replies carefully. He dearly treasures his friendship with Hob. It would hurt him greatly to push Hob away. Ever since the last time they had a row, Morpheus saw his mistakes and apologized, but not before being dramatic and storming out like he was in a Hispanic soap opera. Thing were better since then. Morpheus engages with work around the house.

Sipping on the cold wine silently, Morpheus smiled at the fruity and sweet taste of the wine. It's his favourite drink.

"I just didn't find the right SHADE of blue to start", Hob starts,

"I'm facing the same problem with brown. I need the richest, most layered brown possible",

"Same with blue, I want it to be animated, to have LIFE in it, you know what I mean?"

"I need my brown to be perfect, for the painting must be perfect. I only have ONE chance to get it right"

Hob sighed moodily, "Gods bless editing"

"Y'know. Whales are big", slurred a mildly drunk Hob. Such a sweet pink filled his cheeks. The alcohol blurred his vision and somehow his impossible earthy brown eyes.

"Indeed", Morpheus always enjoyed Hob being drunk. It always leads to interesting places, especially in social events and high society events. 

"NOW, you-you can't just be a whale. WHY!!" He said with the same gravity one would talk about losing something valuable to him. Like a real tragedy had occurred.

"To be fair, I would prefer a jellyfish to be. Just a bunch of neurons, no brain no care" Alcohol did lose his tongue as well. Though, not like Hob.

Then, Hob leaned onto Morpheus, his warm body half over his own. The look he gave him as he held his forearm could be considered dangerous if the man was sober. 

"WHALES are the best", 

"Jellyfishes", Morpheus said, stubborn as a bull.

"Whaaaaales", When the other man said nothing, Hob leaned his forehead on Morpheus' shoulder and gave out a little sigh of contentment.

"Life's 'ood", he breathed.

Morpheus was tense as a rock at this point. He rarely has anyone touch him like this. He is, by definition of existence, touch-starved, but he also DOESN'T like physical touch. Yeah, go make sense out of that. 

Hob is allowed to do a lot of things to Morpheus, he can insult him, make him do things he wouldn't normally do, call him names (affectionately, ofc), indulge him into social activities and all.

Just like every other time, Hob is allowed to touch him affectionately, caressing his arm with his firm grip. Electricity was felt under Morpheus' skin, he felt like going out and taking it out. The heat between them was unnatural, but a very welcomed distraction from the cold outside world.

When Hob started humming a very off-key intro of August, Morpheus knew it was time to go.

"Alright, let's put you to your bed", 

"Nooo", Hob groaned like a disgruntled cat, throwing his other arm on Morpheus' chest. The blue eyed man tried to budge him but to no avails

Seeing no other option, Morhpeus slid down to properly lay on the black sofa and let Hob get on top of him. Morpheus was sure that if Hob was a cat, he would purr so loudly, he would feel it in every bone of his body. Having his best friend over him like this certainly does NOT help the not so brotherly feelings brewing in Morpheus' heart and mind for quite a while.

He tried his best to bury his feelings, but to no use. Everytime Hob calls him dear, or love, or his many silly nicknames, Morpheus can't help but imagine hearing those words only for him alone, when he wakes up in the morning next to him.

"You smell nice", Hob muttered into Morpheus' ear, sending shivers down his spine  and interrupting his train of thought

"Hmm" Morpheus was afraid that if he opened his mouth he would say something foolish again.

"Like, like san'al an'-and villina an' citrus"

"That's quite a mix", commented the unimpressed artist.

Hob grins in return,"it's you, an' you're my home",

Morpheus' heart yet once more skips a beat. Did Hob just call him HOME? Maybe it was the alcohol talking, or maybe it's the subconscious. The idea terrified him but the words excited him. How did he long to be someone's home? Their safespace? Their shelter and support?

Reluctant, Morpheus ran his hand through Hob's hair, like he always wanted. It was softer than what he imagined it to be. Untangled and smooth, was Hob's hair, in contrast to his own unkempt and wild head.

Burying himself impossibly deeper into Morpheus, like he wants to fuse with him, Hob wrapped his arms around his thin waist and slept.

It was practically impossible for Morpheus not to sleep like this after he imagined to do it for YEARS at this point. 

The pain in his chest stopped cutting as deeply as if used to. His shoulders don't feel like he holds the weight Atlas does. The entirety of his body was relaxed. So was his mind. 

Wine also did its job in soothing his burning nerves.

For the first time in a long time, Morpheus slept like the god had finally blessed him with it.

[sillyvisioncorner]

Just some doodles from yesterday

[samaniala]

Here I present to you yet another Boifang au,

Roomates au ( or an alien Fang having to stay in the same house with a human cafe worker BoBoiBoy who teaches him how to merge in with humans... In the end they both help each other to cope with their loneliness )

Allow me to Elaborate :

Fang, an alien ( basically an orphan if you don't count his abusive brother) working for intergalactic space program (Tapops) whose main objective is protection of power spheres and arresting of space criminals but due to one wrong step in his mission, he is caught in crossfire and now falsely accused of murder, treason and power spheras theft. His only ever known home to him is now hunting him down and is ordered to arrest and kill on sight. Despite having help from some of his close friends such as Sai and Shielda, but there is only so much you could do when almost the entire galaxy is against you. In the last moment, Amato, a close associate that fang had worked with a few years back , helps fang make an close escape... To the safest planet Amato could of... Earth, where his son is staying.

Enter- BoBoiBoy, the said son of the great Mechamato, who surprisingly lives a very normal life, living in a normal place,running a very normal cafe belonging to his late grandfather (that's a lot of normal) despite being connected to such a 'great personality'. That is until a certain alien comes crashing into his life ( literally!). Now it's up to him to take care of the Fang until he recovers and the matters outside settle down...

Even if the said sassy, arrogant and annoyingly handsome alien tries to get on his very last nerve, BoBoiBoy will still help him.

[ghostismybbygorl]

Part one: and they where roomates

(oh my god they where roommates)

John mactavish x civilian oc

Welcome to chapter one of my multi chapter fic with an oc i've created i hope y'all enjoy!

Warnings: nothing really

It was 2 am when you finally finished unpacking your last box and officially moved into your new apartment. You had a roommate but according to your neighbor he was in the military and frequently left for missions. You thought to yourself how great it's going to be to have a roommate that's gone most of the time. You could do whatever you wanted which you will take advantage of.

You walked over to the living room turning off all the lights and locking the door, setting the dead bolt in place. You walk back to your room lying in your bed, your eyes drifting into a deep slumber when you hear something.

BAM! The door slid open the deadbolt catching it. You shot up in your bed, eyes scanning for the nearest weapon. You kept hearing muffled curses and fidgeting on the deadbolt when you heard a click, the door swung open.

You ghasped now up and out of bed grabbing a katana hanging from your wall.

“Might as well scare the intruder with a giant ass sword.” You said rolling your eyes but, it was a useful weapon. You peep over the corner of the dark living room. You saw a large shadow standing right next to the tv. You slowly crept over to the light switch flipping it on.

“I don't know who you are! But i have the power of god and ani– OH FUCK THATS A GLOCK”

The tall man had a gun pulled on you his face serious ready to kill.

“The fuck are you doin in my home” he growled with a thick scottish accent

“I live here” you said lifting your most definitely useless katana trying to look intimidating

His face lit up, lowering the gun, putting the safety on. “Oh” he said softly

he nodded to your sword “nice katana, demon slayer?” He asked

“Uhhh… yeah”

The awkward silence the the realization hit you. You weren't in the states anymore how the fuck does he have a gun.

You pointed to the gun.

“How the fuck do you have that?”

“Classified” he said tucking it into his hollister on his hip “And it's a cz 35 not a glock big difference” he said

You shrugged your shoulders

“Same thing in my opinion gets the job done” you walked over to the kitchen grabbing a pack of oreos walking back to your room.

“Im devin by the way” you said over the shoulder

“John” he replied back

“Well johnboy i'm going back to sleep” you walked to your room hanging your katana up and crawled back into bed. You heard the distant shuffling of John's footsteps as he brought in his belongings going into his room muttering a quiet

“Thought my roommate was a guy not some bonny lass” before closing his door

What a interesting introduction you thought drifting into sleep

[baeseungcheolie]

𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 - 𝑱𝒂𝒚, 𝑱𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏

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— ꕥ — ꕥ — Playlist — ꕥ — ꕥ —

The Core Four ᥫ᭡

Come down - Anderson .Paak

I feel good - Pink Sweat$

8TEEN - Khalid

Babydoll - Dominic Fike

Isn't She Lovely - Tom Misch

The Adults Are Talking - The Stokes

Computer Luv - Ravyn Lenae, Steve Lacy

In Love or Whatever ᥫ᭡

May I ask - Like Chiang, Alexis Kim

Moonlight - Dhruv

Sanctuary - Joji

Easily - Bruno Major

Traingazing - Sam Wills, Honey Mooncie

She’s the one - Monsta X

Privacy - Baekhyun

Wink Wink Wonk Wonk Time ᥫ᭡

She's the one - Monsta X

Collide - Justine Sky, ft. Tyga

High Knee Socks - The Arctic Monkeys

Like You - Rosenfeld

Kill me with your love - One True God

Talk to Me - Nate Taylor

Sweat - ZAYN

I Hate Them ᥫ᭡

Slow Down - Chase Atlantic

Friends - Chase Atlantic

Cold mess - Prateek Kuhad

Demon time - Aryan Shah

Cry - Cigarettes After Sex

I don't know you - The Rose

Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood

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[th3e-m4ng0]

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[alcohol1maid]

Can you draw psychotic Soliloquy pls? It is Lo x Trickster x Meztli

Here they are!! I seriously love their designs so much, specially their lore! It's so fun reading about them, and thanks anon for the request!!

Ocs/au belong to:

Trickster- @boiling-potato

Meztili- @aesopsbaby

Lo- @feelin-lo